When salt loses its savor it needs to be thrown out and replaced-this is an emphatic lesson from The Second Vatican Council, which addresses "joy and hope" in a faithless and despairing culture. The shining light of Vatican II is a beacon trained on the natural reality of transformational consciousness that grows out of and thrives in beauty and truth. The beauty of the moment, the truth of the moment is all that is and all that ye need to know, for beauty is truth, truth beauty. A Tree's leaf is a lexicon (DIVINICON) of symbiotic history. Leaves are pages of durable consciousness that green freshly every Spring. Open to the beauty, the wisdom of a leaf, and the destiny of the blossom-HAPPINESS IS A LITTLE FLOWER GARDEN.

The POETREE WORLDVIEW

Leafing Through HistoryBy Sylvester L. Steffen

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2010 Sylvester L. Steffen
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ISBN: 978-1-4520-4888-8

Chapter One

I. THE BOOK OF COMMUNICATION Quantum Cosmology - NOVOGENESIS

LIFE'S UPLIFTING TIDE

Rainbow's playgrounds are the painted prairies / a spackled patchwork of riotous lace; Butter blossoms and butterfly fairies / are glory graces on green carpet face.

Refrain: Listen within to the voice of your art / the keeper of hist'ry, the lyric song. Dance to the beat of your rhythmic heart / Go for the good! Redress every wrong!

We are brush-stroked life on Nature's mien / light-splashed in place by Sun-driven flair; We are lessons-weave on a fabric clean / palette-mixed grace on self- conscious air. Refrain.

Resurgent Earth spins an all-fresh story / of news line under the unturned stone, Of an upside Hand scoring the glory / of th'under-side creatures up-keeping home. Refrain.

Warblers vocalize their mate-call in spring / and wind-waft their flight in hope-filled song That liltingly uplifts their northbound wing / by impulsive spirit driven along. Refrain.

Life's deep concern is the call to survive / the anxious worries of all who are young, Is the pressing urge for parents to provide / before the harsh turns of the seasons come. Refrain.

Bouncy life trips o'er white-capped lakes / in the buoyant games played by bobbing terns Who search for a piece of bread to partake / but never more than their appetites earn. Refrain.

Life's hasty pace is a southbound arrow / of geese nervously outrunning the cold, Mystic'ly held by knit of the narrow / magnet-path script for the young by the old. Refrain.

A freshly spread coat is Nature's cover / of leaves carefully quilted by caring trees, That shrouds the mystery of trefoil clover / from the crisp chill of th'imminent deep freeze. Refrain.

The fulfilled life crests with the rising tide / uplifting all ships on the foaming sea; But we ask of the Wind more than a ride / an escape to havens where Spirit is free. Refrain.

Softening the dash of the roiling waves / the gift-bearing hand of an Angel paves The return of Truth to its testing place / and the ascent of Soul to new found grace. Refrain.

The RHYTHMS of the SPHERES

Life's complexity is a rhythmic inheritance - the word-harmony of original gravity - wave-characteristic of the first fiery undulations emanating from singularity's dense center.

Communication is the harmonic dialogue of wave/ particle, from masslessness to mass.

Harmonics are the weave of word-rhythm; the bond-edification of evolved experience; the taut threads of inherency and coherency.

The amplifications of least constellations resonate with sounding chords of the greatest. The intensional inherency of quantum harmonics is intentional love's beginning.

Quantum Poetics is more than metaphor; it is word-working - evidence of collaboration fine-tuned in the micro-cosmic edifications of subatomic particles - the constellations of light-tensioned dust.

The conscious human is a vibrant, melodic organization of symbiotically conscious strand complexes, intensionally communalized. Individually, we, like the least live creature, are poetic renderings of trademark harmony, of Love's intention. So, where have we gone wrong?

FREE SPIRIT

Psychedelic Butterfly! Random as your winged colors are the paths you fly.

You travel maps whose original places rearrange and require your flaps to change.

By the colors you leave, places are made to image your presence.

The unpredictable effects of your flip-flap wings across the dappled heather are uncertain as arrow truth trailed by the twisted tail of the fallen feather. Truth conforms less to the will of the human quill than to some chaotic constant of uncertainty;

The Butterfly Effect.

DARKNESS and LIGHT

Luminous water Is Soul bearing the substances of Nature; the selfsame Sky speaks and keeps the Word; reveals by day, conceals by night. The flaming swords of pride and possessiveness deceive man to deform Nature.

The Female Angels, Dawn and Dusk, escape male deceptions and relay the Word. Dawn, the Spirit of day, the Soul of Light, belongs to Nature. Dusk, the sharpened vision announcing night, belongs to nurture. Night turns in, day reaches out. Life greens by day and fruits by night.

These Angels of the Word in Wisdom's Library are keepers of life's complex labyrinth. Life and consciousness are serpent and Angel, hero beings, substance/ soul, forge-cast in darkness and light, who hold their ground fearlessly against the minotaur.

MY AWAKENING

From the perspective of time I have come to recognize more clearly the belief-problems of my childhood and youth. My inability to resolve my place in the order of Creation, whether I belong to Earth or to Heaven is I realize an identity problem of misunderstanding the personal nature of being/ becoming. Informed understanding has come with the gathering sense of transformational reality (cosmology) as opposed to the static one I learned from childhood; of coming to understand a unified mind/ body reality (metaphysics) as opposed to a cleaved and necessarily adversarial relationship between soul/body, spirit/ matter and spirituality/ secularity; of coming to understand personal authenticity (theology), the primacy of personal conscience over institutional dogma, and revelation of the divine essentially future-focused and ongoing in the evolving universe.

My "wrestle with angels", that is, with my gradual coming to cosmological, metaphysical and theological certitude (epistemology), has never escaped me, even during the years of family-raising and of active business preoccupation. Because I never bought in to the speculative presumption of essential opposition between science/ religion, reason/ faith, soul/ body, I actively cultivated a sense for connection rather than for disconnection. It is only now after more than seven decades of practiced openness and study that I have been able to find an intellectually satisfying resolution to the spirit/matter schism.

Even though I take exception to what are "fundamentalist" absurdities cultured within the belief-system of Roman Catholicism, I find my Catholic Faith to be intellectually and emotionally a religion credibly "universal" and soul-satisfying. As a legacy to my children, and with the hope that others might profit from the "jihad" of my personal wrestle, I have committed to writing my convictions in text, rhythm and rhyme.

Spirituality is a complexity potential, a wave-field capacity for growing into self-reflective awareness. Inter/ inner connectivity and activity within wave-field complexities engage quantum potentials to conspire into ever greater awareness; lesser complexity experiences the coherency of reflexivity while higher complexity, cortically processing in brain complexes, experiences self-reflectivity. The ever compelling invitation of personal authenticity is to come to higher self-reflectivity; the dialogue of this becoming is the process of word/ reason, of communication/ consciousness/ conscience.

The Process of Word is the Process of Wisdom, the harmonizing of knowledge and experience. Knowledge is like the snakeskin; knowledge that is too dated, that no longer fits reality, must be sloughed off to make room for new...