by Richard Brautigan, who walked those same Big Sur trails. That original vision, in all of its naive purity. Dancing down the hallways of time, from CE 1967.
It isn't over yet. Stop being negative. There's no payoff to it.
There's a crucial difference between "impossible" and "difficult." For that matter, I notice waay too many people confusing "impossible" with "not effortless."
I remember well the pair of condors we saw at Esalen during your dream workshop. Years ago. Their dialog with a redwood not rigid enough to support them was amusing.
what a delight to experience the creative and sonorous tapestry of your writing. It is a gift for this pagan buddhist, who searches (in Pacific Grove) for words to give you thanx. To discover thru your words, there are those who experience the beingness of plants, their presence, resonance and unspoken vibe… gratitude arises. In the woods, forest and yes, even my backyard garden, the magick of touch, done with childish innocence, opens the heart, dissolves the scar tissue wrought by life’s struggles, renews the spirit and momentarily heals the worry about current conditions. Your writing is the equivalent of plant medicine. May you live long and well.
All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace
I like to think (and
the sooner the better!)
of a cybernetic meadow
where mammals and computers
live together in mutually
programming harmony
like pure water
touching clear sky.
I like to think
(right now, please!)
of a cybernetic forest
filled with pines and electronics
where deer stroll peacefully
past computers
as if they were flowers
with spinning blossoms.
I like to think
(it has to be!)
of a cybernetic ecology
where we are free of our labors
and joined back to nature,
returned to our mammal
brothers and sisters,
and all watched over
by machines of loving grace.
by Richard Brautigan, who walked those same Big Sur trails. That original vision, in all of its naive purity. Dancing down the hallways of time, from CE 1967.
Sadly, that vision didn't really work out very much
It isn't over yet. Stop being negative. There's no payoff to it.
There's a crucial difference between "impossible" and "difficult." For that matter, I notice waay too many people confusing "impossible" with "not effortless."
Just in general: beware of premature certainty.
I remember well the pair of condors we saw at Esalen during your dream workshop. Years ago. Their dialog with a redwood not rigid enough to support them was amusing.
I am on the Umpqua river this week and tonight, boondocking at high enough elevation that I caught a bar of cellular so could read this! Lambent.
what a delight to experience the creative and sonorous tapestry of your writing. It is a gift for this pagan buddhist, who searches (in Pacific Grove) for words to give you thanx. To discover thru your words, there are those who experience the beingness of plants, their presence, resonance and unspoken vibe… gratitude arises. In the woods, forest and yes, even my backyard garden, the magick of touch, done with childish innocence, opens the heart, dissolves the scar tissue wrought by life’s struggles, renews the spirit and momentarily heals the worry about current conditions. Your writing is the equivalent of plant medicine. May you live long and well.
🙏💕🌎
ib
(see IB Reflections on substack. Forever free)