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SUMMARY:Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue  10/15/20
DESCRIPTION:Open Road Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue \n  \nOctober 15\, 2020 \n  \nWelcome to our second meditation and mindfulness dialogue! The numbers below refer to passages from the book Your True Home by Thich Nhat Hanh. (JS) \n* \nHello the Open Road! I’m very excited to be part of the mindfulness and meditation group. My experience with Your True Home has provided interesting insight on the riddles I seek to solve\, and is filled with wonderful tools. \nToday my inspiration for writing \, and just inspiration in general\, comes from pages 1\, 2 and 148: Your True Home\, One Hundred Percent and Fearless Bodhisattvas. These three brought thoughts about many things\, but some in particular I explored: The Sam-sara\, Living in the moment. \nA friend once told me\, that in order to escape the Sam-sara we mustn’t sow karma\, good or bad\, and must just be. At the time I thought he was suffering delusions\, but I’m not sure that is the case anymore. Maybe he was right\, maybe if we live in the moment we truly live\, rather than die. I say this because by living in the moment we can escape the constant cycle of dying with each moment as it passes\, and escape being born again as another moment arrives. Instead of surfing each wave\, sail the sea\, move with the wind and tides. Be a piece of driftwood; who cares what happens\, because it doesn’t happen until it does\, and even then be driftwood. \nIn a way my friend was right\, he was a piece of driftwood and I the wave. But that moment has passed and I am truly home now\, fearless\, one hundred percent of the time\, possessing the key to the great escape. \n—Joshua Tyler Barnes \nPS…All the meditation writings I read in your last newsletter Rocked! Thanks. \n* \nThank you for the Finding Deep Calm thing from Kim Stafford. [“peace\, love\, happiness & understanding\,” 8/27/20] I really appreciate it! I’ve shared it with several people and it’s really been an eye opener for perspective…especially right now… \nThe Suffering of Those We Love  #23 \nHow do we cope with the suffering of those we love? I’d surely take their pain away if I could. Makes it a lot easier to keep mindfulness in your heart when those you love are in pain. I can try to hold my anger or sorrow and fear with the energy of mindfulness for them. It’s the least I can do\, right? \n—Jeff Kuehner \n* \n#75  Your True Nature  &  #247 Nirvana Is Now \nIn the legend of the Buddha\, it is said that he sat under a tree and realized nirvana. When we hear this story\, we wonder: “What’s nirvana?” Nirvana is described as something like “perfect freedom\,” or “ultimate reality.” It sounds pretty good. We might think\, “I’d like to get that. How do I do it?” In one version of Buddhism\, it is very hard to get. Only a few rare souls can attain it\, after diligently practicing for many lifetimes. In Thich Nhat Hanh’s version of nirvana\, which he equates with the Christian idea of the Kingdom of God\, we already have it. It’s not far away or hard to get. It’s who we are. I like that. A perfect moment is always available to anyone. Maybe this moment is perfect. \n—Johnny Stallings \n* \n#305  Sit With Your Fear \nWhen I was 10 or so my family was eating dinner with our church’s pastor\, I was outside playing with the pastor’s two boys. They had built a treehouse and a zip line from the treehouse to another tree\, and they had wrapped a mattress around the tree to soften the landing when using the zip line. The “landing” was basically crashing into the tree\, so the mattress was helpful. The treehouse was around 20 feet off the ground\, not so high that I had trouble climbing up to it. Oh\, by the way\, I’m afraid of heights\, but using the zip line was a whole different thing. I stepped to the edge\, wrapped my hands around the handle\, and…well\, nothing. I froze. I was yelling in my head to just step off the edge\, I’d be fine\, but my body would not respond. So I did what any logical 10 year old would do: I told my friends to push me off the edge. They were not too keen on the idea and tried to provide verbal assistance\, but their words could not overcome my body’s response. So I again told them to just push me. In fact\, I think I yelled it. So the oldest did! Off I went down the line\, slamming into the mattress. It was so fun! So up I went\, and this time I could step off the edge without assistance. \nThere are always going to be things in this world to be scared of\, sometimes all we need is a willing heart and a friend to give us a push! \nJohnny\, this has been fun writing for the M & M Dialogue. Thank you! I enjoy writing and I need to practice\, but I find it hard to write for myself or for its own sake. Having something to write for is very motivating! \n—Cody Dalton \n* \nToday’s study card encourages me to assess my progress with meditative practices. Quality of life should improve with consistent and genuine practice\, and if that is not true\, I’m probably not doing something correctly. YTH reflects on this at #129. Meditation results in becoming more anchored emotionally/intellectually/spiritually\, and more freedom from emotional ups and downs. \nThe founder of this meditation tradition outlined several benefits of meditation. “Better sleep.” Check. I sleep great\, most of the time. “Wake up feeling refreshed.” That is usually true. “Nightmares will become rare.” Hmmm\, I had a nightmare last week\, but they do seem rare. “Animals and people will feel drawn to you.” Well\, I focus on a mostly solitary existence\, but I don’t think I have “charisma.” I will work on this more. “Mind becomes immediately calm.” I’ll rate this 70-30\, true 70% of the time\, which is a huge improvement over where I was even two years ago. “Complexion brightens.” Seems true. “You’ll die with a clear mind.” Yeah\, I’m not ready to test that theory yet. I’ll take that on faith. \n—Shad Alexander \n* \n#365 \n“The moment of awareness\,” this is something that we as a nation need. First of all\, I am guilty of this. But it is a practice. Something not unattainable. To be aware of what is going on to the left and to the right. To see where we are headed. “We have to wake up!\,” this sleepy nation of ours. So many just going through the steps. Cookie cutter lives\, if only I had the opportunity to live outside these walls. No better\, no worse\, just driven. Driven to enjoy bettering myself and those to my left and right. \nLet’s start the revolution. \nThanks Johnny. \n—Brandon Gillespie \n* \nDear Johnny\, \nAs I think I told you\, I have taken up golf in my old age\, just by accident\, since I live a few blocks from a golf course\, I thought I would try it just to see what it was like. That was last spring. I quickly found that I loved the game. It is a practice of putting mind and body together in a challenging physical ritual\, and at it’s best there is a mystical experience to be had….fleetingly. \nI began with no skill and have worked my way up to having a tiny amount. But lately my eighty-year old body has been having trouble finding the intersection of time and space\, and I have been playing at the level I was playing at six months ago. Yesterday I played 18 holes particularly badly and came home feeling very frustrated. Of course I went out this morning and practiced\, and did a little better\, almost certainly because I wasn’t trying too hard to do well. \nThen I came home\, turned on my computer\, and read Beginner’s Mind. It came like a ray of light that if I can play with beginner’s mind\, I will no longer get frustrated. I will probably play better too\, although that won’t matter any more (yes it will). \nThanks\, Johnny\, this filled my tank. \nLove\, Ken \n—Ken Margolis \n* \n“So live your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart. Trouble no one about their religion; respect others’ views\, and demand that they respect yours. Love your life\, perfect your life\, beautify all things in your life.” \n—quote by an unknown author from Josh Underhill \n* \nYesterday [10/5] I heard that Thich Nhat Hanh has stopped taking food. They expect his “transition” soon. But today I heard that he occasionally stops eating and then starts again. So he is really unchanged. On October 11 he will be 94. \nI have been thinking about a teaching of Thay’s that I try to remember often. He said once\, “Are you enjoying not having a toothache?” This feels like a profound thought to me. Some time ago I had a pain in my side. It went on for a couple of months and I even went to a doctor\, which is rare for me. They didn’t find anything\, but the pain went away. Am I enjoying not having a pain in my side? In my school of Zen\, “appreciate your life” is a central teaching and it is certainly an important practice. The gift of life\, with all its beauty and sorrow\, is what we have. We tend to endlessly wish it was “better” but it’s a good practice to once in a while be grateful for just the amazing fact of it. But this other way\, the way of remembering that we are free of all kinds of suffering that we could be undergoing and/or have undergone is also good. \nThat’s my thought for the day. \n—Howard Thoresen \n* \nDear Johnny\, \nSome time ago you were kind enough to send us a copy of Ashley Lucas’s “Prison Theatre” book\, for which I sent you a brief thank-you note. Since then I have had   \nthe opportunity to read the book in more depth and realized how much of your \nprison work is discussed. Voodoo Doughnut’s contribution is discussed\, as well as that of the Smith Foundation. \nHowever her book is not all about love and roses. Page 146 points out that some of the women inmates [in Eve Ensler’s writing class] had killed people\, taken actual lives\, which makes evident that all life\, particularly including prison life\, is often filled with ambiguities and heartfelt remorse for past actions and a need for new beginnings. \nZen philosophy speaks to this concept: Always be a beginner\, always start with a fresh mind. Few concepts may be as important to success  in prison reform as new beginnings. \nPeace and Love\, \n—Jerry Smith \n* \nMichel Deforge has been meditating deeply on Your True Home\, and keeping an (almost) daily journal. Below are just a few of his meditations. (JS) \nAIMLESSNESS \nWhat an idea! I already contain God\, I am God (in flesh). I have everything I need to fulfill my destiny/purpose in this life—it’s already present here in “me\,” now.  I don’t need to strive to be/become anything or anyone! I am already perfected\, right now. The only “problem”/“challenge” I face is accepting this reality instead of spinning stories from the ego about being “less than” all this. I don’t stop being the flower\, I stop striving\, against “myself”; to become what I already am. Some days this acceptance is easier said than done. I suspect the challenges arise when “I” listen to ego’s stories and to all the nonsense (noise) from the ego of others. The only voice I need to hear\, like a clarion\, is the voice of God within—already complete\, already perfect\, already fully present in this place/time (now). \n* \nI AM HERE FOR YOU \nI started today’s musings early\, got distracted\, listening to my cellie tell his tales\, and now I am back. I like the ideal I see at the core: life’s purpose. I may not fully grasp how or why “I” am here now\, but I can be open to moments as they occur—“you.” (There is a hint of reciprocity\, but I find that too ego-centric a thought to fully allow.) My “you” can be anyone/anything as Thich Nhat Hanh points out—self\, now\, other(s). My thoughts now wander. If I (all of us) approach life from this vantage: “I am here for you\,” what would life\, “this” world be like\, or how different would it be? I see this modeled by Johnny\, Jude\, Dick\, Kristen\, Jake\, Sarah\, Bill\, Deborah—ALL our OHOM friends and volunteers\, each in their own unique and special way. I have tried and failed at this on occasion. I wonder\, is this a deliberate act or a skill to cultivate\, or\, is it a mindset for life\, being open to this moment (now) and what- or whomever is present\, as part of the moment\, for “me” to be present myself to only this now and all it contains? I like the mental openness\, opposed to the striving (grasping?) to do or control; but\, just letting be as is… \n* \nFOUNDATION OF LOVE \nI agree with this day’s sentiment; yet I know that it is also hard to do at times. Maybe if I can learn (remember) that there is no “you” or “me” (duality) and begin to see everything as a part or piece of the One\, All-existent\, then maybe it will seem less challenging to love “self\,” since the One is love and we (I) are all part of (included within) that One. I suspect the delusion of duality\, believing “I” exist separate from “you” and the All-that-is\, leads to selfishness. “I” must protect “me.” Breaking down ego can help [me] see that I and you are part of unity. If I can love you\, then I can love me\, and as I learn to love me better then I can love you better too. I love you! \n* \nEMBRACE THEM WITH GREAT TENDERNESS \n….I also enjoyed/related to Aaron’s ideas about feeling lack of worth\, as a traumatized child\, insecure and uncertain. Are there not times to be tender toward self/other and allow the feeling flow\, while reminding self that\, “Yes\, I am worth the ‘good’ I experience and the ‘bad’ is just suffering over aversions I haven’t yet LET GO. Maybe? I wonder\, what child-hurt left myself\, Aaron\, or others with this scar of doubt? How do we (can we or anyone) heal this harm? Is it preventable? I hope! \n—Michel Deforge \n* \nKatie sent a letter from Thich Nhat Hanh and a poem by Juan Felipe Herrera. (JS) \nTomorrow [10/11/20] is Thich Nhat Hanh’s birthday.  It is a gift to be able to share together around Thay’s words and his own practice.  Below is a copy of what he posted yesterday on the importance of loving our Home\, Mother Earth—for peace\, world peace. \n  \nA LETTER TO THE EARTH \n  \nDear Mother Earth \n  \nEvery time I step upon the Earth\, I will train myself to see that I am walking on you. Every time I place my feet on the Earth\, I have a chance to be in touch with you and with all your wonders. With every step I can touch the fact that you aren’t just beneath me\, dear Mother\, but you are also within me. Each mindful and gentle step can nourish me\, heal me\, and bring me into contact with myself and you in the present moment. \n  \nWalking in this spirit\, I can experience awakening\, I can awaken to the fact that I am alive and that life is a precious miracle. \nI can awaken to the fact that I am never alone and can never die. You are always there within me and around me at every step\, nourishing me\, embracing me\, and carrying me far into the future. \n  \nDear Mother\, I make the promise today to return your love and fulfill this wish by investing every step I take on you with love and tenderness. I am walking not merely on matter\, but on spirit. \n  \nThich Nhat Hanh \n* \n  \nBasho & Mandela  \n  \nAs Basho has said— \nit is a narrow road to the Deep North—as Mandela has said \nthe haphazard segregation later became a well-orchestrated \nsegregation \n—as Basho has said the journey began with an attained \nawareness \nthat at any moment you can become a weather-exposed skeleton \n—think of us in this manner \nthese are notes for your nourishment—hold them \nas bowls of kindness \nfrom journeys of bravery \nthe will to seek & find the sudden turning rivers & the dawn-eyed \n    freedom \n  \n—Juan Felipe Herrera \n  \n—Katie Radditz \n* \nWithin the Window Frame is an exercise or project that I adapted from a friend who is an artist and who uses it in her Nature Journaling art classes. Here we are going to use it as a focusing and centering process. We can use writing with this activity\, drawing\, singing\, collage\, etc. The methods of “filling the window frame” are not limited to any one mode. \nFirst choose a frame size\, maybe one like a big hardback book\, maybe one like a small paperback—either cut out the frame from paper or cardboard to use or imagine the size. Then choose something to concentrate on that is near at hand—what is right in front of you in your room\, on your table\, even out your window. It can be a person or two\, an object (your sandwich or meal\, a purse\, etc.). \nNext look at it\, in real life or in your imagination\, with fuzzed eyes. Don’t look for specifics. Try and see outlines\, colors\, or emotions. Try this for a few minutes being open to the essence of the situation. \nFinally start filling the frame\, putting into the window what you see\, and that can be either physically or emotionally what you see. \nMaybe start with words—a haiku\, a short poem\, or just the most vivid and necessary words. Then jump to a short story. \nOr try drawing in cartoon images. Then maybe a drawing that is as detailed as you can make it. \nAfter doing one of “filling in the window frame” try another\, maybe do a few each day. See if you can notice a pattern or see a direction revealing itself. Or maybe just a mood or feeling common to one day\, either in your mind or in the situation around you. \nThis project is a process through which we can begin to see our world and ourselves in more focused and attentive ways\, through words or images or both. This is one way of meditating on your world and your outlook—not that they are so very separate!! After awhile you will see threads of connection and understanding. \nMaybe you can keep these windows as a journal of your experiences. Maybe come back to them as small frames of insight into an otherwise busy time. \nEnjoy.  \n—Deborah Buchanan \n* \n“Rather than love\, than money\, than fame\, give me truth. I sat at a table where were rich food and wine in abundance\, an obsequious attendance\, but sincerity and truth were not; and I went away hungry from the inhospitable board. The hospitality was as cold as the ices.” \n—from Walden by Henry David Thoreau (quote sent by Jake Green) \n* \nI have been thinking about the power of love lately. We are in some unprecedented times with covid\, the wildfires and all the civil unrest. It is a powerful thing to see communities come together and help their neighbors when they are down and feeling lonely and lost. The stories you hear of people who have lost homes due to the fires or loved ones from covid\, there are just as many positive stories of neighbors or strangers stepping up to help ease their pain. It can be just a simple sign that tells the first responders how much they are appreciated and to see their reaction when the street is filled with people holding signs and telling them that they love them. I can tell you first hand\, recently returned from the fire lines\, that after working days on end and feeling tired and burned out\, then having people honk their horn and yell their appreciation—it gives you strength to carry on. \nLove can come from some very unexpected places when you least expect it and you may need it the most. It is an amazing thing that people are out there that care for their fellow humans. Even when the love might not be directed at you personally\, to see others loving others\, like I talk about above\, can have a huge impact on people. Reading all of your words and the newsletters has been great. When I see that type of thing it makes me want to be a better\, more loving and compassionate person. It is infectious. \nI recently lost my father who was killed in a tragic motor vehicle accident. He was my rock and I was so looking forward to spending time with him when I got home. I tried to be strong at first\, but I started to slip into a very lonely dark place within a month. Nothing made sense and I felt fearful. Then I started to get unexpected support from the community where I grew up. A friend from the past reached out to me and we have been speaking ever since. Their love and support has seen me through the worst of it\, and I am feeling excited again about going home and continuing my father’s legacy. Love is a beautiful thing and it knows when you need it most\, how others’ compassion and understanding can bring you through dark times and make you feel hopeful again. Neat! Let’s all keep loving one another for the sake of those that may not know they need it. \n—Aaron Gilbert \n* \n#53   When You Argue with the One You Love \nIn my past\, when I have argued with the ones I love I always felt like I wanted to just be a million miles in any direction away from them. A lot of my childhood was filled with the ones I loved fighting and arguing. It scared me then and it scares me to this day. When it is all said and done I really just want all of us to be happy\, and when I imagine being 300 years away from the one I love\, well…the content of any argument is not worth it. I would rather forgive everyone that ever hurt or wronged me\, and replace the hate with love and joy and kindness—and fill the argument with peace and love. To forgive is to live in love\, to do this is the key to peace\, and to have peace is to allow the seeds of love to grow. \n—Rocky Hutchinson \n* \nWell\, that’s a wrap for our second Meditation & Mindfulness Dialogue. Lovely! \nThe next one will come out on November 15th. It’s a conversation. It goes to just over a dozen people who live in prison and just over two dozen people who don’t. Please write or email me with your contributions. You can respond to what someone else has written\, use a poem or text for inspiration\, share a poem you’ve written\, or your own ruminations. \n  \nMay all people be happy. \nMay we live in love. \n  \n—Johnny Stallings
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SUMMARY:peace\, love\, happiness & understanding  10/29/20
DESCRIPTION:  \nTHE OPEN ROAD \npeace\, love\, happiness & understanding \n  \n  \nOctober 29\, 2020 \n  \nLast week I was thinking about loving the Earth. (Why is Earth Day just one day out of the year? Shouldn’t every day be Earth Day?) Kim sent a poem\, but it arrived a little too late to be included in last week’s issue. Here it is: \n  \nRevising Genesis  \n  \nAnd God said\, Rest here in the garden  \nwhere you belong\, where now you know  \nthe good from evil\, and so the good may be  \nyour calling. Be home here in beauty and bounty\,  \nand by salt sweat of your close devotion\, make Earth  \nyour wise guide\, each creature teaching miracles of being  \nin wing and song\, in blurred heart of hummingbird \nand deep thump of whale\, counting nights  \nin peace and days in blessing\, as you \nraise your arms in praise.  \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nAnd he recommended this poem by Gary Snyder: \n  \nFor All \n  \nAh to be alive \n       on a mid-September morn \n       fording a stream \n       barefoot\, pants rolled up\, \n       holding boots\, pack on\, \n       sunshine\, ice in the shallows\, \n        northern rockies.  \n  \nRustle and shimmer of icy creek waters \nstones turn underfoot\, small and hard as toes \n       cold nose dripping \n       singing inside \n       creek music\, heart music\, \n       smell of sun on gravel.  \n       \n        I pledge allegiance  \n  \nI pledge allegiance to the soil \n       of Turtle Island\, \n       and to the beings who thereon dwell \n       one ecosystem \n       in diversity \n       under the sun \nWith joyful interpenetration for all. \n  \n—Gary Snyder \n* \n  \nKatie sent this poem of Deborah’s: \n  \nThe Color of Eyes  \n  \nThe glacier weeps \nicicles\, weeps shades \nof sky and azure sea. \n  \nBlue\, blue of the waves\, \nrippling along sand\,  \ncoral\, and melting ice. \n  \nCornflowers in summer\, \nblue among the fields \nof green and gold. \n  \nFlashing blue eyes \nbeckoning with silence. \n  \nColor of a morning\,  \ncolor of time\, \nof mourning. \n  \nBlue the song of sadness\,  \nsmoky grey in the early hours \nblue the color of words. \n  \nOh\, blue dripping \nover ears\, into eyes\,  \nwater molecules separating\, \n  \nthen vanishing\, atoms alone.  \n  \n—Deborah Buchanan \n* \n  \nRobin Schauffler wrote: \n  \nHey Johnny\, \n  \nThank you for the ongoing peace-love-and-happiness! We’re all depressed and hysterical\, if one can be both at once\, but we have to\, have to keep remembering what’s good.  \n  \nAnd here’s another poem you might want to share: \n  \nThe poet\, Derek Mahon\, had just died (October 1)\, and this poem of his was read by another Irish poet on NPR. He wrote it in 2012\, but it feels like today. As soon as I heard it I decided to commit it to memory\, and I’m working on that. It helps me go to sleep at night. Everything is thoroughly fucked up\, but still\, on some most basic level\, we will manage. \n  \nLove\, \nRobin \n  \nEverything is Going to be All Right \n  \nHow should I not be glad to contemplate \nthe clouds clearing beyond the dormer window \nand a high tide reflected on the ceiling? \nThere will be dying\, there will be dying\, \nbut there is no need to go into that. \nThe poems flow from the hand unbidden \nand the hidden source is the watchful heart. \nThe sun rises in spite of everything \nand the far cities are beautiful and bright. \nI lie here in a riot of sunlight \nwatching the day break and the clouds flying. \nEverything is going to be all right. \n  \n—Derek Mahon\, from Selected Poems \n* \n  \nI was listening to an audio book by David Whyte called What to Remember When Waking. He read this poem by Gerard Manley Hopkins\, which fits our Earth-loving theme. As always\, with his poems\, be sure to read it aloud: \n  \nInversnaid \n  \nThis darksome burn\, horseback brown\, \nHis rollrock highroad roaring down\, \nIn coop and in comb the fleece of his foam \nFlutes and low to the lake falls home. \n  \nA windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth \nTurns and twindles over the broth \nOf a pool so pitchblack\, féll-frówning\, \nIt rounds and rounds Despair to drowning. \n  \nDegged with dew\, dappled with dew \nAre the groins of the braes that the brook treads through\, \nWiry heathpacks\, flitches of fern\, \nAnd the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn. \n  \nWhat would the world be\, once bereft \nOf wet and of wildness? Let them be left\, \nO let them be left\, wildness and wet; \nLong live the weeds and the wilderness yet. \n  \n—Gerard Manley Hopkins \n  \n[Word notes. Inversnaid is a little village on the shores of Loch Lomond\, in Scotland. A burn is a mountain stream. Coop and comb are the high and low parts of the water. Flutes are grooves. He made up the word twindle. Fells are hills. Degged means sprinkled. A brae is a hillside.] \n  \nThis is a charming excerpt from a brief biography on the Gerard Manley Hopkins official website: \n  \nHe was a man of passion and he was a lover\, this poet Gerard Manley Hopkins. As a boy he loved to climb a tree in his family garden in London and look up at the sky and down at the earth. At Oxford University he loved his studies in Greek and Latin and won a brilliant “First” in his final examination. He loved his family and friends and God\, he loved music and sketching\, he loved hiking and swimming\, and he loved beauty\, nature\, and the environment. As a priest he loved his fellow Jesuits\, his students\, and his parishioners\, and as a poet he loved his creativity and the words and images and rhythms and sounds of his poems. \n* \n  \nKim has revised the Gettysburg Address as well as Genesis: \n  \nAbe & I \n  \nFour score and seven years from now our descendants will inherit on this continent an older earth conceived in diversity and dedicated to the recognition that all creatures live as one. Now we are engaged in a great struggle\, testing whether this creation so conceived and so dedicated can long endure. We are met in a great community for that struggle. We have come to dedicate a portion of our grief as a final resting-place for those creatures who gave their lives departing from this creation. It is fitting and proper that we should do this. In a larger sense\, we cannot dedicate\, we cannot consecrate\, we cannot hallow this creation. The desperate creatures\, neglected children\, vibrant cultures and local ways of being\, living and dead\, who struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract. The whole earth will little note nor long remember what we say here\, but it can never forget what we now choose to do. It is for us the living rather to be dedicated to the unfinished work which they who struggled and lost here have thus far so painfully clarified. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these tattered beauties we take increased devotion to that cause for which they lost their last full measure of living witness and of song—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not be joined by an endless parade of others long in splendor\, suddenly gone\, that this whole earth shall have a new birth in welcome to its own\, and that reconciliation of all creatures\, by all creatures\, for all creatures shall not perish from the earth. \n  \n—Kim Stafford \n* \n  \nSomebody else who wrote their own version of the Gettysburg Address was the astonishing beatnik-poet-philosopher-saint-comedian Lord Buckley. He said\, “I’m a people worshipper. I think people should worship people.” Just for fun\, here’s his version: \n  \nThe Gettysburg Address \n  \nMilords and Miladies of the world of people  \nmost restfully and most humbly  \nand with the deepest reverence  \nfor the great and precious American Saint Abraham Lincoln. \nI shall translate in the modern semantic of the hip\,  \nthis new zig-zag semantic\,  \nhis beloved Gettysburg Address…. \n  \nWhen dey called old Lanky Linc up to de podium  \nand he dug all dem cats and kiddies swingin’ on the green sward\,  \ngreat love look come on his Saint face\,  \nand he put dis issue down to ’em\, he say: \n  \nFour big hits and seven licks ago\,  \nour before-daddies swung forth upon this sweet groovey land  \na jumpin’\, wailin’\, stompin’\, swingin’ new nation\,  \nhip to the cool sweet groove of liberty  \nand solid sent upon the Ace lick dat all cats and kiddies\,  \nred\, white\, or blue\, is created level in front. \nWe are now hung with a king size main-day Civil Drag\,  \nsoundin’ whether this nation or any up there nation\,  \nso hip and so solid sent can stay with it all the way. \nWe have stomped out here to the hassle site  \nof some of the worst jazz blown in the entire issue. \nGettys-mother-burg. \nWe are here to turn on a small soil stash  \nof the before-mentioned hassle site  \nas a final sweet sod pad for those  \nwho laid it down and left it there  \nso that this jumpin’ happy beat might blow forever-more. \nAnd we all dig that this is the straightest lick. \nBut diggin’ it harder from afar we cannot mellow\,  \nwe cannot put down the stamp of the lord on this sweet sod  \nbecause the strong non-stop studs\,  \nboth diggin’ it and dug under it\, who hassled here  \nhave mellowed it with such a wild mad beat  \nthat we can hear it\, but we can’t touch it. \nNow the world cats will short dig nor long stash in their wigs  \nwhat we are beatin’ our chops around here\,  \nbut it never can successively shade what they vanced here. \nIt is for us the swingin’ to pick up the dues  \nof these fine studs who cut out from here  \nand fly it through to Endsville.  \nIt is hipper for us to be signifyin’ to the glorious gig  \nthat we can’t miss with all these bulgin’ eyes\,  \nthat from all these A-stamp studs we double our love kick\, too\,  \nthat righteous line for which these hard cats sounded  \nthe last nth bone of the beat of the bell. \nThat we here want it stuck up straight for all to dig  \nthat these departed studs shall not have split in vain\,  \nand that this nation under the great swingin’ Lord  \nshall swing up a whopper of endless Mardi Gras\,  \nand that the big law by you straights\,  \nfrom you cats\,  \nand for you kiddies\,  \nshall not be scratched from the big race. \n  \n—Richard “Lord” Buckley  (1906-1960) \n* \n  \nHere’s a link to a performance by Lord Buckley: \n  \nhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VuQ-Xt-pDbk \n* \n  \nI guess while we’re at it\, we should include the original: \n  \nFour score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent\, a new nation\, conceived in Liberty\, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. \n  \nNow we are engaged in a great civil war\, testing whether that nation\, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated\, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field\, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. \n  \nBut\, in a larger sense\, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground. The brave men\, living and dead\, who struggled here\, have consecrated it\, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note\, nor long remember what we say here\, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living\, rather\, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation\, under God\, shall have a new birth of freedom — and that government of the people\, by the people\, for the people\, shall not perish from the earth. \n  \n—Abraham Lincoln\nNovember 19\, 1863 \n  \npeace & love\, y’all \nJohnny
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