thoughts that conjure 9/23/16

professional sport is narcissistic species-ism

featuring human entitlement myopia

what we seem to need is massive imaginary destruction

fantasy hurricane fives,

elaborately occurring on weekends, nationwide

invisible massive tsunami waves

sweeping through coastal neighborhoods and waterways

imaginary wildfires overwhelming the structure of towns

humongous imagined earthquake damage,

vastly spread over entire intensely populated areas

make-believe volcano fallout of unprecedented magnitude

all of which as real, would seem to bring minds

into shared kindred focus

the kind that real actual dedicated focus that disasters do

that they immediately and intrinsically do

but, but, in this case,

only without any real disasters to respond to

so the premise is:

we seem to respond from more deeply within

to that which is wildly over-demonstrated

as in disasters of consequence and magnitude

the obvious in evidentials

but somehow remain passively preoccupied within self,

within species preoccupation, indulgently so.

as an example,

think of all the energy, physical and emotional,

that goes into spectator sports

both by calling and by release as need

massive amounts of human resource

spent on species indulgence

and even that is within prohibitive restraint

as in patriotism, regionalism, team-ism,

specific heroic player-ism. (who are we kidding?)

all of that idealization spent on fantasy as imagined story

when the world as the earth,

the variety of species of plants and animals

and others as foreign humans,

all are in need of conscious attention and care.

obviously, we have the human resources to participate

but lack the insight (?), the desire (?),

the sense for caring (?),

beyond the immediacies

of our myopic version of selves in survival?

how far out is it to meaningfully care

as if the planet was sacred

and we are all bees of the hive?

how far is the journey of compassion

to be the gift of species wherewithal,

as in a consciousness,

and to care for all others in that light?

in life, there is only one song,

and we all are the capacity to be the joy

of singing it together,

not just as a species but as a collection of livingness

all the way from rock to water to air to animal

to plant to being.

we are hurting with an abundance of excuses as details

but the lack of the big pictures to gain perspective.

look, there is only one dance,

why do we persist in doing it half-assed

and productively geared

towards doing it so unconsciously . . . ?