Monthly Archives: March 2012

unbirth

unbirth

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a
yellow steel cage

rolls
by at sunset

sharp
white tractor beams

light the slow advance

of
an inevitable machine

turning
under corn

left
over winter

most
of what came up

that
dry season

never
made market

some
was cut for feed

the
rest left standing

for
deer and birdsong

in
this quiet valleyonce green leaves

needed
summer rain

but
autumn winds

rustled
thin gold shafts

and
late in December

buck
and doe

scratched
for food
among grey-yellow stalks

the
verdict

carried
out tonight

in
a mechanical rumble

I
hear the final rattle

of
life not appreciated

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Words and image by Tullio DeSantis, 2012.

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Poem for Spring

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dressing you
with my eyes

I’ve been
watching you very closely

for more than
a month.

You’re always
up before me.

In fact, as
far as I know,

You’re always
up.

You’re there

when I awake

making
yourself more lovely

right in
front of me.

You do it so
slowly.

I can’t stare
away.

New tones of
green

cover your
limbs.

Your body
disappears

like the
landforms

behind a
peacock’s tail.

Then suddenly
you’re adorning yourself

with cherry,
lilac, and forsythia.

I can hardly
bear

these
differences between us.

You are the
most beautiful thing.

Even I can
see that.

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Words and image by Tullio DeSantis, 2012.

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minimal me

“minimal me” by Tullio DeSantis, Chinese translation by Jan Walls

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I am learning my lessons well.
Reflected in ancient tidal pools
I see how shallow I am.

The numberless stars say
I do not count for much.
The September moon casts sharp pine shadows across my brow.
It is so far above me.

Dolphins smile, knowing they are superior beings.
Eyeing me, they dive deep,
demonstrating I do not see beneath the surface of things.

Even the sand fleas make me twitch like a puppet.

Nature teaches.
To be free, I must be free of me.
To make sure I understand.
It plans to kill me.
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“minimal me” by Tullio DeSantis, Chinese translation by Jan Walls

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Connectome of Compassion

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We
are conscious by virtue of an intricate interplay of hundreds of billions of
neurons connected in trillions of ways and by their continuous complex
interconnection with the multitudinous processes within our bodies and the phenomenal
world.

There is nothing untouched by these bonds of
connectedness. We are and have always been connected. We are everywhere connected:
to each other by the deep neural experience of empathy, with other forms of
life by the evolutionary interactions of survival, competition, cooperation, and
anchored by the supportive and suffocating pressures of culture, by the inexorable restructuring of our technology. Within this live web, we are continually exchanging
information, our heartbeats expressing the biosignatures of our being, manifesting
the wavelengths of our emotional lives throughout the mindcloud…knowing, being,
and becoming…always more…connected.

Each
of us is tethered to everything else by the countless molecules of air we breathe,
interpenetrating gyres of cosmic radiation, and the gravitational equilibrium
of whole solar systems: incandescent plasma, mountainous boulders, frozen interplanetary
icebergs, and molten magma spinning silently within ponderously accelerating
galactic superclusters. Quantum entanglements unify the infinitesimal aspects
of our material and energetic selves, and precise cosmological constants
undergird the multiple dimensions of spacetime.

We
are manifold. We are networked. We are
the human nervous system of a filamentary intelligence emergent throughout the
multiverse, more aware of itself each nanosecond, expanding into the inexpressible
nothingness which informs a fractal holographic cosmos, whose internal
reflections mirror our mental processes, moving at the speed of thought.

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For too
long estimations of our worth have resided in a sense of ourselves as
possessing the power of thought in a measure which we simply assumed must distinguish
us from the other creatures of the biosphere. And yet it is not prodigious
intelligence that bestows significance upon our position in Earth’s
evolutionary tree.

As a
result of a dawning ecological awareness of the crucial universality of our
interconnections with all of life, we are discovering that our greatest gift is compassion
and that it can emerge only to the degree we diminish our equally great capacity
for cruelty. This is the revelatory narrative of our destiny and the true
content of our evolutionary struggle. Resolving this inner turmoil – a surging
maelstrom to be managed during each moment we are alive – is our individual responsibility
and the ultimate collaborative project engaging our best collective effort.

Our humanity
is something to be achieved. Without experiencing empathy for all life and cultivating
an active and engaged sense of compassionate caring among our population, we are and do remain
quite inhuman. To live and reflect this awareness is the great and good work. Our
daily bread, after all, is love.*

Image: “Connectome of Compassion” by Tullio DeSantis, altered
painting and digital image, 2012

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