if 6 was 9

If the sun
refused to shine
I don’t mind
I don’t mind

If the mountains
fell in the sea
Let it be
it ain’t me

I got my own world to live through
And I ain’t going to copy you

Now if 6
turned out to be 9
I don’t mind
I don’t mind

If all the hippies
cut off all their hair
I don’t care
I don’t care

Cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain’t going to copy you

White-collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me
They’re hoping soon, my kind will drop and die
But I’m going to wave my freak flag

Wave on
wave on

Fall mountains
just don’t fall on me

Go ahead on Mr. Businessman
you can’t dress like me


Nobody knows what I’m talking about

I’ve got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s going to have to die
When it’s time for me to die

So let me live my life
the way I want to

Sing on brother
Play on drummer

peace in our time

Peace will come to Earth when every so-called "sovereign" nation surrenders its power to make war into the hands of a representative government of all humanity. Political sovereignty is innate with the peoples of the world. When all the peoples of the Earth create a world government, they have the right and the power to make such a government sovereign; and when such a representative of democratic world power controls and limits the world’s military forces, peace on Earth and good will among humankind will prevail—but not until then.


Churches and ashrams
ring their bells,
attracting some

while others refuse
partial solutions
to the complete problem

and pass by

knowing that, really, you’re
all you need in that encounter
always here and now, wherever

Children of the Milky Way
in a larger room

— Stan Hartman


Sea-water, and all living below it,
Forests at the bottom of the sea — the branches and leaves,
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds — the thick tangle, the openings, and the pink turf,
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold — the play of light through the water,
Dumb swimmers there among the rocks — coral, gluten, grass, rushes — and the aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there, suspended, or slowly crawling close to the bottom,
The sperm-whale at the surface, blowing air and spray, or disporting with his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy sea-leopard, and the sting-ray;
Passions there — wars, pursuits, tribes — sight in those ocean depths — breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by beings like us, who walk this sphere;
The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.

Walt Whitman; Leaves of Grass; 16


Reason begets unity; unity begets duality; duality begets trinity; and trinity begets the ten thousand things. The ten thousand things are sustained by Yin; they are encompassed by Yang, and the immaterial breath of life (Chi) renders them harmonious.

— Lao-Tzu