Welcome Treatise

the wanderers, the sad hopefuls, the believers in the New World, the people capable of ushering forth a new spiritual awakening--of helping Modern society remember what they lost when they sold their souls to the ideology of conquest production as progress, of comfort as meaning, of love as mere feeling--these vagrants, these "undesireables", these sages, have ended up taking from a society to which they would contribute because there is no place for them, no home but the private property of some businessman, no forest that is not public land, no food grown for share or trade, no health for the poor, the un-systematized.

i begin with this statement--my treatise of sorrow for the irony of the lives of the pure of heart.

we are the untouchables. people laugh at us and we weep for them and hope for a Dawning.

what do you seek
what do i seek
what do we seek.

we are seeking Life--in opposite directions. comfort vs. meaning. profit vs. growth. acceptance vs. God.

so we create spaces. spaces within ourselves labeled "home". spaces with each other to grow and celebrate and heal. we create sacred spaces of renewal.

this is a space. dance with me. struggle with me. hope with me...that, at least, we might renew the world first in ourselves and with each other.

(((shura)))