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Recorded Reading (8:27): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/9hyp4scarqdrw9perh2bo/Visions-Healthy-Boundaries.wav?rlkey=mkis5syqxhtn6mxbnknwwigre&dl=0

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(There is much background material to be understood before the poems in this series can have full value for their readers.

For those who have not been already following this path ~ begin by going to the search bar at http://troubadorofversepoetry.wordpress.com and asking for “A Correspondence Worth Printing.” Then read introductory comments to “Visions of Nova Terra I” through “III.”

These introductory commentaries continue here:

When a natural entity gets ready to shed its skin ~ we see it most readily in animals ~ that skin is already becoming dry ~ too small, inadequate to perform its function ~ before the moulting occurs.

And so it is with the third dimensional skin inside which our new fifth dimensional Earth is developing.

This shell will become rapidly unselfsustaining and dependent on the galactic community for supplies. The galactic community will cut it off without regard for its survival ~ much as its human community has recently tried very hard to do to the poet herself.

For demonstration, let’s take a look at the poet’s position in the third dimension:

She was the most loving of helicopter parents ~ yet is on record not only as a child neglecter but a child abandoner.

A chronic contributor to the lives of everyone around her as well as her society at large ~ even though, as a fully disabled citizen she is not required to be ~ on record as a thief.

A dependable deescalator of street situations ~ on record as having violent tendencies.

Makes homes, even in poverty, so beautiful, orderly and peaceful people catch their breaths at the entrance ~ on record as a destructive tenant.

A woman who never allowed her body to go where her heart did not for any reasons of survival, gain or advantage ~ on record as a slut.

Who will not speak even the ordinary lies expected of us ~ on record as manipulative.

Who’s pushed through the pain of post polio and the glitches of genius to always get the work done ~ and usually miss the afterparty ~ on record as lazy and pleasure addicted.

A world class poet ~ denied so much as a home.

At this moment:

Deliberately awakened in the wee hours to a new batch of fleas and to deal with the effects of the COVID virus which was blown into those same window openings the evening before.

Cramping from tainted milk left on shelves for her to buy.

Mocking little noises sounding around the van.

Tomorrow, when she must appear in public to run errands, drivers will pull up around her to make rude vehicle, machinery and mouth noises.

They make it clear they’d do much worse if her phone’s recorder and the lot’s cameras weren’t activated to ensure semi-civilized behaviors by this mob of badly disciplined but increasingly organized and destructive children our American public is rapidly becoming.

The poet’s job, at this moment, is to meditate until she can find a place of inner balance in which she can produce a creation of coherency, delicacy and refinement ~ sufficient to give you cause to peruse it ~ which will offer you a little hope.

(Could you do it?)

She does it by thinking of the little Amazon children dying of mercury poisoning so we can have another gold ring.

Of the fifty percent of our prisoners ~ one million people ~ put there for “victimless crimes.”

Doubtless their public record keeping has gone a lot like the poet’s.

What we are experiencing here and now is not human life as it is meant to be, and to become. Why that is, is not the subject of this exposition. How to get back to something resembling natural reality ~ for those few who will read or listen to it ~ is.

There’s a place emerging upon which natural human life ~ complete with sustainable new technologies ~ is happening.

The keys to landing, at the time of separation, on either the drying, dying moulted third dimension or the sun-filled fifth where things operate in a way which ~ gasp ~ actually make sense ~ are the thoughts upon which we dwell today.

The images in this series, describing life on the new Earth, are designed to help.)

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Visions of Nova Terra ~ Healthy Boundaries

I don’t own this piece of land
— That, nobody does —
But you can see it’s much improved
Consid’ring what it was

When I began to work with it
Months and months ago
It’s no more than I need
And every inch of it I know

It’s not like the police will come
There are no laws to say
That you can’t settle down as well
Right here on it today

But, first of all, I know
And, further, know you know it too
That there’s no good percentage
In deciding so to do

None of the neighbors would look well
Upon such trasspass, nor would they
Remember your existence
When it came time to play

Or when some work you have in hand
But recently begun
By strong willing community
Be effortlessly done

No, you will want not only to
Discover who is working it
But also will wish to inquire
Around little bit

To understand the flavor
Of our blossoming commune
And make sure on important points
That you would be in tune

We know of more communities
Not so far away
You might prefer, depending on
The kind of music that you play

Your dog enjoys its barking
Which would be more okay
If we didn’t have three babies
Napping here today

But over at The Greensward
They keep a kennel full
Bet they would welcome two good hands
An extra shift to pull

There isn’t any hurry
About it, after all,
Nobody’s gonna let a brother
Into vagabondage fall!

We keep an empty cottage
On the perimeter
And you can eat with any
Household that you might prefer

We’ll all contribute insight
As to where you next might roam
And someone will walk out tomorrow
With you to a happy home

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