ben bussewitz

ben bussewitz—

Poet, Philosopher, Musician

with the will to engender

the global call

to environmentalism

and Good Stewardship

of the great Human Family's

shared footprint

in their shared lives

on Our Awesome Earth

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Artistic Expression of Self​

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This is the way it heads, from upstream where the fountains are framed in the Noble Firmaments of a castle tucked high up on a silvery, alacrity of a beautiful—impending to intruders whilst being a haven and Center of Truth for pilgrims and natives alike— your very own castle of made of clay and by your own hands.  This is the beginning of you.  That is made of the clay and silvery inkwell and fragrance in the hollow of the willow sediment that coming to life while overlooking the cliff's edge, zealous the heights, in the head light, the Bright Lights of the heights you love overlooking the distance and the sunrise, in the sunshine, in the sunlit of the starry face and mind, in the pastel flavors plush of good life, and onward through the sensuous, imparting riverways which flow through the life and the love of the land, your place in holy Mother Earth, as you and I soar, in our heightening of senses, while along the face of the mountain our spirits rush and soar wanting more and just more.  We flow according to your emotive mentalities and tempestuous starry domes of the stereo limelight highs and lows. Our very integral passing tastes, as we pass by in the blink of the wandering eye-light, in the light of these very dynamics of phenomenal refrain and suspense, thematics and actions, happenstance in the caliber of potential and engineering zebra stripes, all perfectly imparted, the arresting and conquering of the forces of gravity and control of physical and spiritual materializations, where it keeps the fizzling and hustling stream ushering forth by the weightless weight of the eternal spring.  And quite simplicity is where at the foot of your swinging door, you rule this kingdom with your kinship and close cohort of comrades, your conniving troupe along with the entire council of elders, as you spiral out patterns and shapes of this all around that take off as flying vessels from the peaks, the heights of this our artwork, filled with good offerings of cherished food for to offer the Grandfather Sun and Grandmother Moon.

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— Indeed, the sun is the origin of all the energy on the earth.

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— Yet the formidable and shapeless shapes of each moon phase command the ocean waves.

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Perhaps, this is the noble and beautiful life you lead of endless dimensions and colors, beauty, transcendence, animistic and prismatic texture.

The light of love amongst our beautiful walks upward on the path to greater and even greater truths, where we offer a noble processions in what we do.

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And herein we encounter the countenance of the sacred fulfillment of a holy circumambulation of this blessed and wonderful mountain-fortress: as we go on the merry, we fall down to our knees and propound prostrations which are pleasing to the Lord in all our zany, noble, and reverent ways, edge-driven, made in wonderful finishes of perfect colors, textures, and shapes.

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The way in which the earth is moving to dawns, midnights, new days, all around, when anything and everything may change with the a rush or no sound, sometimes from far away fields where the horizons are taking shape, sometime with a spout of nimbus in one single ocean wave.

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The clock passes resolutely and inevitably along the page, and one day, we will be encountering a peaceful new time of a clement, temperate, pleasing-to-the-ways-of-the-days epoch that presents upon unending years.

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This shall be the sunshine at its pinnacle equinox of expression, all of us together in good cheer, all of us, the world's people, in our fulfilled and happy selves one and all grateful and right here, in our effusive, selfless, and charitable state, a perfect state-of-mind with beautiful and heartwarming unyielding wealth of yearning, one could say, when all the life on earth is in gentle peace of the way of this perfect new day.

As per the earth's gravity and momentum of rest lived out her awesome perpetual eon-aged ripe refrains and beautiful breaths, of life always anew for all the living and the dead, from our line of ancient ancestors, the Human Family, well-fed and all the most amazing and the best, in Mother Earth's loving renown.

- ben bussewitz