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Cartography by David Sparenberg

Far to the west, in direction of the Blessed Isles, stands an ancient, cylindrical tower.  It is rumored the tower has stood for hundreds of years, perhaps an entire millennium, or even more.  At base of the tower protrudes the roots of a massive oak.

Coiled around the tower is a huge, formidable yet beautiful dragon with scales of emerald and gold.  In the night, the dragon’s eyes are as red as blazing fires, beaconing out over land and sea.  In the day, the eyes are the blue of a tranquil, cloudless sky.

drago001_400It is rumored that the master of the tower and the dragon of green and gold are one and the same.  Passers-by have reported overhearing the two—master and dragon—in lively discourse and heated debate.  Whispers sound thereabout as winds push past thick walls into narrow window-slots; in tempests thunders roar.

How it is possible for a single identity to occupy two separate bodies is a riddle seldom pondered, never resolved.

As strange as the mystery of dragon and tower, with rooted feet of oak, more mysterious still is the solitary rose that thrives through the years between tower stones, high up on the tower’s curving wall.  At center of this miraculous rose appears to be a living heart.  Mesmerizing is the heart-light, as soft as delicate mist, that pulsates rhythmically with the mystic flower’s heartbeat.

Even more mysterious than rose and rose light is the silver throated nightingale that comes at each twilight onset of declining sun, circling the rose-perch wall and singing melodiously to the solitary flower.  It is rumored that the rose responds to the nightingale’s love serenade with sighs of perfume.  Sweet fragrance, alluring to the nostrils and delicious on the lips, ripples enchantment out across the land.  Month by month presents its intricacies and life in waves and quiet languages shows everywhere.

Far from the tower grows a wide branched willow that weeps in its seasons (the Mater Delarosa of willows), begging ever with sappy tears for forgiveness.  Although it remains unknown what the willow begs forgiveness for.

Far from this monument of sorrow is an aspen of immense stature.  The aspen trembles in the breath of every fluttering breeze.  Tree shivers as if from chill and fever and yet dances with a mantic joy as if a dancing marionette dangled in self-abandonment on a silken spider’s thread.  In the tumbling circus of autumn recently abandoned spider webs mingle magically in mountain air with acrobatic, costumed and parachuting leaves.

To these three quarters—dragon-tower, willow and aspen trees—is added a fourth, far vaster than the other destinations combined.  Yet the fourth quadrant is invisible and has been invisible since the beginning of time.

Tower dragon may possess details of this geography and its elusive inhabitants, being itself a creature of inter-dimensions and mythic memory?  Tower master may have arcana intimations, gleaned from dreams of transformations and distilled from alembic vapors?

However, the dragon; as with all dragons; is forbidden from sharing its secret lore with strangers.  Along with noble courage, patience is demanded to win a dragon’s trust.  For his part, the master of the circle tower never converses with anyone who does not have imprinted in their soul (along with untranslated libraries and artifacts) an analog of the cosmos.

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A Fairy Tale by David Sparenberg

There is a stone tower. The tower sits upon a cliff facing toward the constant sea. The musical ebb and flow of ocean water resounds through the tower chambers.

The tower is home to a holy man. Bent with age and solitude, the elder lives out his days in prayer and study. His longing is to know the perfection of all things.

fairy0001As evening approaches, the holy man ascends the stairwell. He takes his place at the tower’s highest seaward window. Here he stands in silence, watching the cosmic splendor of the setting sun.

There is a river. Along the river banks grow rows of apple trees. When the trees reach fullness in the fruiting season, heavy branches hang low over the banks. Abundances of apples reflect on the currents of the river waters.

This is the river that only a season before swirled apple blossoms. River nymphs swim in these waters. Their silken hair flows out to length of their slender bodies, as they playfully flirt with fishermen and tease curious school children.

Twice a day, in the long heat of summer, a breeze blows the fragrance of apples along the river corridor—full length to the constant sea; there to mingle with salty tidal spray breaking rhythmically against mossy rocks far below the cliff of the old stone tower.

A path emerging from the forest follows the river’s course. Magnificent horses pass daily along this way carrying their riders back and forth—the vigorous pride of handsome youths.

These elements are all of one piece, adding to the grace of the Land of River Apples.

There is a beautiful maiden in this place. Guardedly it is rumored she is descended from kings and queens. That is a secret but seldom spoken aloud. The beauty’s ancestry cannot be guessed from her condition. The hidden princess lives humbly as a shepherdess, tenderly tending to yearlings and spring lambs.

Storm clouds break over the land. With tempest pours in a horde of dark lords, spreading terror and tyranny. Forest dryads and wild creatures alike flee from marauding armies; farmers watch their crops failing in the fields. Specters haunt rustic villages and dreadful screams disrupt the quiet of night. People are made homeless; many become hopeless, and people go hungry.

Daily bands ride out from the stronghold of the dark lords, searching for the hidden princess. To capture and bring her back alive, to be wed to their chief. Or to return her dead, a blood sacrifice to their warlike idol.

Each night, his eyes heavy while a fire burns in his head, the holy man studies the stars. Each dawn he peruses venerable scrolls. Sacred among the parchments is the Scroll of Prophecy. Here the elder, using a crooked finger to trace the carefully inscribed words, reads in hushed voice, “When powers of Earth rise to surface in living forms and warriors of the sun descend, our secret princess will be returned to her ancestral throne. In her love-reign peace and light will prevail. People will once more live in happiness. Liberty will be restored to the Land of River Apples.”

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THE GREEN TROUBADOUR A Source Book of Performance Ecosophy
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“Life in the Age of Extinctions volume 2 – Threshold”
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Of Eyes & Silence by David Sparenberg

1) Listen!  You are not listening.  Look!  You are not looking.
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Once our world enters transition at midnight, a hair’s-width of cosmic time, what remains possible?

2) Every word is vanity.  The speaker longs for something in return.

How then do we share deep silence?  Make silence felt between us?

There is an emergency in the collective soul.  Cancer has been spreading for ever so long!

How then do we remove the “I” of human voracity from the picture?  Empower our eyes, in panoramic detail, to tell the truth?

Crowded together on the head of a pin, we stand, precariously, between tragedy and necessity.

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The Next Phase by David Sparenberg

The process of individualization is the current phase of human evolution. This phase began to democratize at the European Renaissance. Now it wanes. The two World Wars increased the scale of human targeting—in state terrorism, suffering and annihilation. Auschwitz was the terminus of civilization; the atomic atrocities of Hiroshima, Nagasaki, warnings against omnicide. The largess of human personality vanishes. Environmental consequences of modern warfare are scarcely spoken of. We continue in systems of falsification and exploitation and a culture of excesses and violence.

What is wordless is unthinkable. When naming happens the named is open to endless communication.

eco01_400The next phase of human evolution is the transformation of ego-self into eco-self. In core dynamics this shift involves turning the long journey into the interior outward to geo-biotic relationships and in dialectic alternations between reaching deeply into the past of origins and moving conditionally into an Ecosophic Future.

In the ongoing century this, which is already an affinitive calling, will democratize further. The coming on of this spreading and taking root; more and more comprehensively reshaping contours and the content of existence; opens the greater possibilities of human survival, sanity and planetary stability.

Likely this will democratize only out of increasing and intensifying tragedies, reducing global human presence to sustainable levels. Challenges are unprecedented. The process into eco-self-identity and Earth-based affirmation is terrifying and sublime.

Persons dedicated to the next phase should willingly support one another, learning and mastering living between tragedy and necessity. Each should serve as an invitation to directional dialogue. Alert senses, emotional spontaneity, intuition and critical thinking—with the goal of mature response-ability—are vital powers in the shaping of the Practical Gestalten of an Ecozoic Era.

Only in the presence, or in an immanent expectation, of a life-altering event (or in response to a traumatic, life-altering anti-event) does integrity fully manifest and define human identity. As passion of anticipation declines, or is suspended, the evil urge reintroduces: confusion and lassitude existentially proliferate. From thence partiality in decisions increases, often leading to personal and social fragmentation or even, on occasion, a hollowing out of affirmative values, being replaced instead by apocalyptic betrayals popularized and politicized as our inevitable species destiny.

It is in the ascension of the next phase for pathfinders in quest of, if not engaged in blazing, new directions to apply the Native American attitude of doing what is done with a signature of identity for seven generations, each generation working for yet seven more to follow thereafter.

Even if it dreams over the rainbow, as practicum of the next phase, The Great Work plans both now and beyond the horizon for a condition of welcoming, in health and wellbeing, for those who are yet unborn.

Aggression, cruelty, arrogance, malignance and greed are among the worst human traits. Tenacity and tenderness, kindness, humility, courage and the openness to participate with creation in reverence and respect give countenance to the best of who and what can be. The greater benevolence of human beings is yet to become.

To harden is to become a mask. The mask is moribund and belongs to death. To be familied into the next phase of human evolution is to be porous and to become an Ecosopher of the Ecozoic. Why not call this transition salvation? Why not name this pursuit heroic? Why not mandate that the embracing of life (Human and Holy) is sacred?

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THE GREEN TROUBADOUR A Source Book of Performance Ecosophy
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“Life in the Age of Extinctions volume 2 – Threshold”
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How by David Sparenberg

How do we learn (or relearn) to communicate in the language of creation?  Roaring thunder contains the heartbeat rhythm of the hummingbird; lightning, iridescence of the dragonfly.

ligh01_400Heraclitus understood this.  As has Paracelsus and certain poets.

Shakespeare makes aware to the alert vital dynamics of the antithetical.  How often do his grand characters articulate the paradoxical bewilderment of existence, and commune or contend with elements of night and weather?

In Zohar we learn that scripture is black fire written on white fire, white fire written on black.  Only black fire lettering is decipherable in ordinary reality.

Isaac Luria, enamored of the alphabet of creation, translated holy white fire into visions, before departing Safed.

How is it that Luria and the Baal Shem Tov dance at one end of the rainbow, while Ibn ‘Arabi and Rumi play chess at the other?

Through time we’ve been shaped for accomplishment.  Better to know how the work is done (and to do it) than to know why.

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Lighthouse Bird by David Sparenberg

Lighthouse Bird

I am ok and will continue to be ok. I am not the center of the universe. Reality is peopled and diverse. But I am center of a circle of acts of beauty and cosmic awareness, and consequence.

How blessed I am to be one of the articulate; neither oppressed or intimidated into silence.  I am gifted with a voice.

light0001You are ok and you will continue to be ok. You too are not center of the universe. Reality is peopled and diverse. But you are the center of a circle of acts of beauty and cosmic awareness, and consequence.

How do our circles interconnect?

For us, we who have journeyed the paths of healing, love has already engraved its calligraphy inside our souls: we know what is to be done.  We foot the slope to the valley below.  Our eyes follow the valley water.

The Dove of Now is a lighthouse bird

Look out toward everyone. Pay attention here please. Listen. Care is part of our emergency. That is as sure as indifference fuels destruction.
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Earth is in torment, confusion and rage! Brewing to category 5: to intemperate rage. To critical mass. This torment of Earth is aligned with the multiples of our angst.  Our anguish is crucifixion in the body of God. And you are startled, wondering, “What and where, in the name of the 21st century, is the body of God?”

Today is the day. Another day and yet the day. Right now is the hour. Another hour and yet the hour. What are we doing? Why are we here?

How do our circles interconnect?

Time if not something like inexorable fate has brought us together.  We persist
acting as if strangers. Only we are not.  Not strangers after all. We shallow lies; are terrifyingly forgetful. Life is betrayed.

Why are we like this? Why all like this?  And how long? I wouldn’t hold my breath, holding out for an answer.  Anymore than you should stop breathing about the perplexity of the body of God.

Now listen: I am determined to tell you civilization’s secret, the most denied, the one that survives and somehow remains most holy.  The haunting remains of holy: deathless images.

The Dove of Now is a lighthouse bird.

Somewhere on this troubled planet, somehow, someone passionate, I am compelled to tell you, found a spade and dug up a cask of buried scripture.  And shook out from that dust of time and this storm of history—look—a miracle of wings!

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“Life in the Age of Extinctions volume 2 – Threshold”
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There Are No Leaders by David Sparenberg

tree01_400_03I can talk of myself and speak of various activities I engage in, giving myself partial identity through these engagements.  Some of what I do I might even excel at.

Before the values of Big Money, I am next to nothing.  Before the suits and masks of the powerful and those who hold the strings of puppet-politics, I am nobody, a socially invisible speck, a mere murmur passing unheard into the obscenity of silence.

I recognize that I walk differently, am moving in a different direction to rhythms of a different drum.  My heart might even be echoing heartbeats from the fiery core of the ancient Earth.   My Earth-walk is in the DreamMaker way.  Now I turn to people.

Underneath the tedious disguises of society, in the forever ever-ripening dream of freedom, we are identical.  I come to you—to you and to others reachable at near-distance: I look into your eyes this moment and lift my hands in the gesture of exchanging gifts.

The world is serious—a serious, ambiguous, threatening and threatened place—on threshold tipping lives and species into uncertain futures.  There are no leaders.  Those who pretend to be have no real answers.  Here we are.

This is you, this me—words like harvest fruit in our mouths: the danger, the extravagance, the ordinary, and the possible.

One act of beauty might become the universal increase of giving.  One prayer together might save from extinction the archangel of the Earth, or reconnect us to the sacredness of life.

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THE GREEN TROUBADOUR A Source Book of Performance Ecosophy
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“Life in the Age of Extinctions volume 2 – Threshold”
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