GDP

Gross indicators will tend to be positive as they are needed to be

Numbers lie and tell truth in direct relation to the integrity of the mathematician

Domestic policy makes zero sense taken as a whole

Where we see solution we find answers that function only in our constructs

Products simply can not expand forever unless you measure in new way

We change the rules everyday for stupid reasons

Write

Why don't you write? Why don't you call the embassy?
Another question not wanting answered
I and you and we are an accommodation to wrong
There is another way one that we have been shown

Instinct is not what you are left
Taken together it can seem a long road

We ask ourselves these impossible tasks
Integral to the execution is the simple belief it is not
Lean times are bountiful
Lean rhythms do not last

Order of magnitude waves crested
Partial payment was not accepted
Each reason has two of which they come
Nothing finds solid ground I do agree and yet travel

Not Enough

Near to me is this life of mine
The less there to be done the less wrong to go
If we find the spectral light of gaia from another earth world it surprise to you

Any technology sufficiently advanced would have to smile our way
Beauty is of this that does not leave
How would you create a better world

What will a billion years do to the plastic
Life is something fragile and robust
How we do not end is more interesting than if we will

The science is simple more open with possibility than any science fiction
No true romance knows more the hold our sun takes
Mystery alone is where we are

Opinion well more than a billion of us take rights to
Where is the green economy? Always been green
More is moral

There are times to say things
Always we believe
In order to be positive there are times just to wait

Not every thief in the night arrives how you expect nor changes things the way you like
Work is what is involved in the end and its not enough
No sense in debate

Thomas Paine, said it, "Time makes more converts than reason."
It is a long road and sometimes your two year old daughter knew best:
If your losing it is time to change the rules: money a problem? get past it

Gaia plays for keeps can we agree that?
We have found so many places and no one is home
In one little piece of the sky Kepler has seen further

Life is robust and fragile
Earth is robust
Only one has cause for concern

Tenacious is a word that brings me hope
As far as we can see there is no where nicer for almost 14 billion light years
Where are we leading

Things will not be as I wished nor you
Priorities are question we ask ourself
Not enough is not resolution

The positive:
I'm not tired
Back at it tomorrow and next year will not be enough either most likely

Yet in our life with these questions we shall know if it is too little or enough
Our stakes our life robust and fragile
We can do better and should enough to be certain

Earth Day

Not enough

Positive

I did not know what I was getting into
Hard is all that I knew it would be

Then it was said and done
I will have to speak positive for a while

How things worked out could not be better
There is no end

We could have talked for days

That we ended across a line
The face of the place feels different
Not fair

I've nothing to do nowhere to go
Being here now it strikes me that certain things I've never seen
If it's hard in a certain way then it will not be

Shifted in to drive going nowhere
Around the corner wave
Do not understand walk out on your life

Work harder Do more find something
Or know that it is OK and be
We Do not create there suffering

They take it upon themselves with Grand designs
Cut off with no tourniquet these tears misplaced
They Do not come anywhere and I move the way signs point

Rest area one miles

Salt

There are things we all need
In certain places they find scarcity
They go everywhere and find their context

Abundance is mine certain things I never consider
Others are all I need to keep my heart pumping
Ancient is your smile as your home

Let things fall apart it is their nature
Find what is needed out of the wanted
Bring your attention to your breathe

The homeless person knows what they need
A billionaire can find no end to want
People drown only in abundance

Life is realer on the edge where bombs fall
You can see this but can't know this
You listen to echos and hear nothing

Abundance of this experience brings death not scarcity
Adds value to life that you create in your lack of want
Lack of need is what brings us to lower a bucket in our own well

There is always more till there isn't
I never had to look for salt and neither did you
Everywhere it is except where it is not; I have not been there

Blue stones they call stones so common as to depress
A false economy of want in our need
Just words you say

Just alive
Just continue in abundance and forget your scarcity
Just words I say

It is how we choose to define
This salt spilled all over the world
More valued where it is absent

Three Possibilities

I used to tell this friend she was either one hundred percent right
Or one hundred percent wrong and so it seemed to be

Certain things never get old given right circumstances
Love blooms its own time frame

There is this third possibility the email still unread
The answer I want
The answer I don't
The answer I can't imagine

In this third is held serenity eternity magically
From one life another to a third all

I can only imagine you have the same feeling in these circumstances
Do they even occur to you I just assumed them

There is nothing else I have loved for
In my case undone forlorn re-imagined

This third possibility is new to me
Life will always bring you novel

I have lost some of my motivation to say something
The universe is more to me

There was an answer but nothing said
Like this heartbleed virus just a sound to know that you are there

Novel is the third possibility and these feelings
Between her lines is something

In her words everything
She is busy,  I am patience and in a third something to imagine

Be careful what you manifest is what she said
And so I was and the we grew larger with possibility

Writing

Again I write a new way
Feels like it is familiar
But is problematic with no setting for prose

It can be overcome shall
Or is it really necessary

Perhaps no certainly there is more than I know
There seems to be a setting for prose

Do I remember my cursive?