Yep, the Tree of Life is a metaphor for the gifts of innate instinct and intuition
that all animals and even so-called lower organisms receive directly from GOD;
as all equally important children of GOD; where children are metaphor for all
of creation as is now as the sentience of GOD in ‘eyes and ears’ of all of us.

The Tree of Knowledge is JUST metaphor for what humans create with
abstract written language starting with scratching angles in the sand;
copying imaginary and creative connections of angles of stars
in sky, next thing ya know; ya got sanskrit alphabet, words
paragraphs, and recorded written ways of collective human
abstract intelligence; and complex cultures starting with
Agriculture, then Industrialization, and now the
Information Technology Age where the Tree
of knowledge that is human made is
convoluted to the point where some
folks don’t even feel like they are living
on a right planet anymore; and well, in large
they are not; as we are separated now outside
of the Tree of Life gifted to us by all natural God;
by a culture that is so far removed from the gifts
of all natural innate instinct and intuition that most
humans never find the heaven of now that the gnostic
so-called Jesus promises is tHere for those who escape
the tree of knowledge and get back to a natural gift of the
tree of life that lives inside us, outside us, above, so below
and all around us. Truly it’s as simple as that for animals in
the real feeling of innate instinct and intuition that eat of the
TREE OF LIFE. I LIVE IN HEAVEN ALL THE TIME NOW; as
I live wild and free again like the other free children of GOD who are
much smarter than the typical sheep led by cultural illusions producing
much human suffering and misery around the part of the world that is hell
now; instead of the heaven of always now that I live in as escape from the
Wrong Planet NOW that starts with a full cultural plate, almost from birth NOW.

Truly it’s simple; but as hard for a person who is acclimatized to culture to escape
as the largest camel in the tiniest hole of needle almost imaginable; It takes me
life threatening illness without effective use of my eyes and ears; to find the
same power of GOD in me before I become poisoned by the snake of the
tree of knowledge AKA all things associated with modern human
cultures more or less; some things do bring comfort out of
mechanical cognition but truly the real gift of happiness
from GOD are all things associated with social cognition;
from physical intelligence to emotional intelligence;
to regulating emotions and senses; to increasing
focus and short term working memory; to finALLy
live in balance with our nature and Mother Nature
AKA GOD in a practice of animal homeostasis
where the illusion of past and present goes
away and we once again live like our fellow
animals in the REAL PRESENT OF NOW;
AND IT IS CRYSTAL clear for those who
have the ‘right-brain interpreting eyes’
and ‘ears’ to see this truth in the
GNOSTIC GOSPEL OF THOMAS;
although to be clear it is
far from perfect as it
suggests folks
should rebel
and hate
their parents
and this way of being
must be enforced by starting
wars; but the evidence of that is
provided here for anyone who can
understand the metaphors of the Gnostic
Gospel of Thomas with RIGHT- BRAIN thinking
mind as metaphor for the interpreting visual
thinking mind of human being capable
of imagination and creativity, as well
as interpreting visual symbolism
that sadly some humans are
NOT INNATELY able TO DO,
per factors like brain lesions
on the right hemisphere of the
brain or environmental factors that
science doesn’t have a good handle on
to better understand more completely the
functional disabilities of the human mind;
in my opinion, most of it is environmental and
can simply be remedied with ‘right-brain’ leaning
activities like dance, music, and all stuff associated
with getting out of the box and creating something new
that no one has ever done before; rarely does one come
across a truly creative person who does not believe in GOD,
as true creativity is totally innate instinctual and intuitive
not unlike the PROPHETS OF OLD WHO ARE the prophets
of new; as the Beatles are the new prophets for one
example who art from the creative side of mind
where rational thinking is not required at all;
the flow is THE FLOW OF GOD; to be in this
creative theta wave state of mind is
to FLOW WITH GOD AS ‘CREATIVE
EYES’ OF GOD; SO YEAH, LIKE
the great band ‘Rush’ says
‘the word of the prophets
written on the studio
walls of concert
halls’..:)
God is an ‘EEO’ employer’;
GOD doesn’t ‘give a crap’
about the tree of knowledge;
whether it comes in a science
book or big black book that
subjugates and controls humans
beings away from the feral freedom
that GOD gifts humans as ‘goats’
rather than
‘sheep’;
I am a Goat.
But yes; I am
a sheep in the past as well;
Goat is ‘heavenly fun’ as there is
NO judgement for that other than
the ‘eyes’ of GOD; that lives inside
us for those who touch the eyes
of GOD as Instruments
of GOD one and
SAME.

AND YES, believe it or not;
I ‘speak’ with ‘eyes of GOD’;
and the words flow from
‘fingertips of GOD’
AS well;
same as old;
new as
old;
the ‘real
‘new age’
is the
TREE OF
LIFE;
totAlly free
from head
to toe
to
i.

No, it’s no a sin to seek knowledge
but to get to addicted to human
cultures and abstract knowledge
can be a beyond sad way to
get separated from GOD;
but that’s wHere relative
human free will comes
to play for those
who find
GOD
within to free themselves
from the eye of culture
that are the eyes of
the tree of
knowledge;
I choose life
over knowledge;
I am free with GOD
co-creating in that
way as totally free..:)

1033

No.. that’s not my daughter.. that’s my 45 year old.. wife.. Katrina.. one of our niece’s friends asks if she is 18 years old.. oh.. well.. it must be ’cause i keep her well polished.. all my cars last about 15 years or so.. and always look new.. and i do love her more than my cars so no wonder she looks precisely the same.. as new.. or haha! even a year younger than we get married.. her at 19.. me at 29.. she is still an excellent looking model… Katrina.. in great condition.. sporty.. on the beach…;)

And oh God.. the size difference.. her at 115.. me at 230.. and OMG my head alone must weigh 100 LBS in just the forehead..wink emoticon Yes.. I’m ALL HEAD FRED.. dancing away Summer Solstice EVE like there’s only now and NO TOMORROW ON THE beach and oh boy is it HOT TODAY..smile emoticon HAHA! SERIOUSLY skating in reverse on hot sands of beach around 5 miles or so.. dodging folks as i go.. so much fun! And something some folks may never ever see again..;)

I am one seriously wild and crazy dude..:)

1216

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/03/free-verse-nude-poetry.html

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/06/nautilus-god-truth-golden-free-verse.html

http://freeversenudepoetry.blogspot.com/2015/06/hidden-paths-food-and-love-free-verse.html

Ah yes.. i ruin the taste of ‘those dates’..
and truly a rose is to rise above the program
that others will try so hard to program us as..
FREE is a way
for me.. in
social cooperation..
courage and kindness..
a Tree of Life
for me on this
Eve of Summer SoLsTiCe
for the longest day
of
heArt
as wEll
as
ALLways
now..
expressiNg
spiRit
sOul
i..:)

Ah… a blanket of being.. existence.. moving electrons.. around nucleus.. fire being..
moving.. ALLways moving.. dancing togetHeR.. singing sound movement
inspiring.. expanding.. blanket.. more and more.. until it’s folding
in golden spirals.. coming
again
and again..
deLight US is
iS..:)

Medicine for muse is certainly cat nature for i.. to smell fresh
garden air of Summer night’s heArt.. is play of flight
in furry pause way.. savoring present moments..
grasping claws soil in soul.. grains.. sand.. spilling
all around.. dust of me.. musing sparkles life..:)

Oh.. personification.. woManiFicatiOn.. TRUST
a perfecting photo of wifey love is truly must
for me.. Ah.. delightful ways of play in lust
be free.. making now greaTEST PRACTICE…
ART CREATION activities.. longevITy TRUSTS..:)

ImagiNaTion set free.. creativity poetry.. sOul..
heArt expressing spirIT.. what the cEO will
never know.. now to be alive.. is their prison..
but bars removed from heaRt and soUl..
in walls and bars of coldest.. still cannot
stop a heart from beating Art
of spiRiT.. a uniVERSE
of i.. is finAlly
free
SOUL..:)

Ah.. the battle of the sexes.. as women embrace more
of the tough side of nature.. oh the males do stay
so often stale.. never realizing that love can move
legs from quarter to a half a ton.. and haha.. i
can prove that too.. on YouTube way..
there is no
power
stronger than a
tear to fortress male..
as strong
as
female..
turning
titanic
of patriarchy
back to egalitarianism..
iceberg too tall for many..
but yes.. mountain of loVE..
comes wITh tears..:)

Truly the only STUFF setting psychopath apart
from hero.. is heart.. and oh boy do i have
heArt.. a psychopath will never
stand a chance
in hell
with
my
heaven.. smiles..
my eyes will
pierce their
souls
like
laseRing
Love..:)

Ah.. yes.. for me.. poems do not think.. mechanical cognition..
they live aLive.. social cognitiOn.. innate instinct and
intuitive heArt.. label comes last..
substance.. soUL poeTry..
spiRit expressing
lives
First..:)

Dancing on sugar whites sands of emerald green
sea-weed gulf.. these weeds do leave distinct
waves on soil.. and patterns of my
feet skating reverse in Nike way..
wHere golden spiraling swirls
do follow same
golden shores
of GOD..
ah.. to
reflect GOD
in dance
is a
magical
way of
life for me..
to do it in Poetry
can be divine
less or more
Golden
Swirling
Love..:)

Oh yeah.. it is my father’s birthday on the 20th of June.. passed away a year will be 83.. and truly wonder if even today.. i will be man enough.. for him to NOT tell me.. make sure you raise your son like a man.. for those fathers who are not strong enough to stay around.. for child to become love instead of hardened law enforcement.. military.. or whatever makes polar opposite gender roles ring.. all puppy dog tails.. and no sugar and spice.. well let me tell you daddy.. up there in heaven.. where all heroes go.. i am stronger than anyone as loving as me.. will ever be in this life.. as love is what makes ya strong and if you could have learned that on your own.. perhaps one day you could have made the grade.. of ‘super hero’ too.. and no.. not in your eyes.. the eyes of onlookers .. and no doubt for 46 years of law enforcement.. you are a hero.. but the tears i learn from mama.. is eventually with your strength.. and fearless.. what makes the S come true for hope of miracles in me.. so God Bless ya.. and thank you for leaving.. as honestly that made me more man than I could ever be.. i’m quite sure of that..:)

Ah.. the core of Capitalism steeped deep..
in a Patriarchy of repressed emotional
life of little boys.. growing cold.. finding
release in sex and not much else.. and
when that gets boring all is left is power..
but the whole of life will never ever be
filled without that heArt.. that fuels a
spiRit expressing sOul.. wHere
satisfaction is always now..
with never a need but
for the present of
giving Love..
Oh.. the
path to
hell paving grey..
with deserted tears
Desert eyes of hate..
AND Love wins the
present
of
now..
you lose
you lost..
you’ll never
see lasting now
satisfaction in
power or greed..
or one night
stands of
domination…:)

Tree of love.. tree of life.. life of love is Tree of life.. ah.. to grow alive..
in reaching roots.. to touch.. allow.. a heArt to spend a present
delight.. expressing all of soul in spiRit spreading bright..
oh the leaves of spring ring true in love of
all four seasons
of human
eyes
sOul
i..:)

Ah.. evil breeds in pews of Southern Baptist white churches.. where gays
are told.. their deeds are evil.. where boys are told that men don’t
cry.. where social roles die in spreading Capitalism way..
where mental illness and drugs are stigma
that truly are often part of little
boys without tears
of joy.. and sadness..
the answer is love..
the question is love..
the problem is no love..
the problem is no heart
the problems is no spirit
expressing soul.. the problem
child is child with no soul.. or social role..
the perpetrators are society as whole..
Love is the
answer.. the Golden
Rule is innate.. instinctual and intuitive..
when human emotions are set FREE!..
IF only pews of Southern Baptist
churches could ever get that message
of so-called Jesus.. A Golden rule guy..
as Tough Unconditional Love.. perhaps
boys
could
become
men
of love..
where i live in the deep
south of LA.. Lower Alabama..
AKA as hell.. the panhandle of
Florida.. literally named HELL as
territory at one point..
with the most churches
per square mile later
and the most hates
for blacks and gays
even later.. it’s still
that way..
in Northern part of counties..
nothing has changed..
hate is still the rule
of
different..
even at the Pastors
home with his
family deriding
blacks at
the dinner
table
of plenty..
as well as gays..
It disgusts me..
but again..
UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH LOVE WHICH
MEANS CALLING OUT
THAT ANSWER IS THE ANSWER..
no matter who calls it.. so-called Jesus
or the hobo
schizophrenic
guy on the corner
street all ALONE..
who is told to
pull his boot straps
up and get a job
by the
local Pastor…:(
(;..To be clear.. not
all SB churches are
like this.. but i find
most are.. in personal
experiences.. visiting
them as participant
observer Anthropologist..:)
Sorry.. this is quite long too..
but this subject is A HOTTEST
TOPIC OF INTEREST TO ME..
AND you just inspire this.. from
me.. so smiles again.. if you will..:)
ALL WE CAN DO IS LOVE THE BEST
WE
CAN.. BUT NEVER EVER STAND STILL
AND BE
QUIET.. WHEN ANSWERS DO COME..:)

Wall flowers of dark brown eyes.. see only gray of Love
in black sparks.. where eyes of passion and Love
do flow among the wanted toys of boys and girls
of light.. oh.. the hope is Love.. the story is kind
to never give up.. to courage.. Love..
to reach out and be
alive.. a flower
of wall..
blooming
Dance toGetHeR..:)

Ah.. the mother who responds
in like with open mind of heart
as Love.. a Treasure for
greater connection
as
Love..:)

Ah.. only if the minute lover can
taste the honey doing of
Unconditional Love.. tough
as nails.. soft as heart..
living always now as
present.. where minute
or time is nonexistent
life living always Love..:)

Oh.. the Mother’s Love.. not bound by
weight of courage.. spirit of Love
light.. loving bright.. star
of soul sings spirit heart..
no matter ribs
of bone
or flesh..:)

Fear.. the father of hate.. the brother of doubt.. the sister of greed.. the daughter
of jealousy.. the cousin of envy.. the citizen of US.. oh Love.. the bringer of Light..
the mother of time.. the spiral of now.. the Golden rule present..
why oh why.. just love.. oh Fear..
Oh.. LOVE
OH TIME go away..
onLY PreSent LOVE
heals
the
other
way..:)

Ah.. the greatest loves are tests without
requite.. sometimes that is solitary
love as well.. but a perfection
of practice.. in sands
of shaping challenge
can make the
hermit
as strong
as shell of Love
in giving others..:)
And yes.. it is possible
to Love the Most.. and
and separate oneself
from negativity..
practice.. practice..
as always
another
step in
a better
direction.:)

The blood of love.. no longer red.. or pink
or even grey.. blood runs black..
soul stays cold.. heart stold
spirits withhold.. but
hope lives..
wHere
blood
runs
brighter..
in spots of
heArt alive..:)

Oh.. to lose my mind.. a target of non-requite..
so many years.. so trapped in head..
oh the dance of Love.. does finAlly
come.. go away thoughts..
my Love
IS
here in steps
of heArt..:)

Love.. the flight of Seagull wings.. that sees no high
or hears no low.. oh.. to be alive.. to soar
so high.. low.. with ‘Jonathan wings’..
beyond the Sun.. inside the
moon.. of use we do..
Love.. to simply
glide..
as
Light..:)

Oh the dream of death.. the longest dream
of now that knows.. ah the respite
of life.. a tasteful way
knowing delight..
ah the dream of death
goes on in knowing
why.. oh to live in
death.. is courage..
is courage.. is never
ever giving
up..
will over fear
over love
will
to
survive..:)

A love that never ends
exists as now.. no measure..
a gift.. that never dies..
alive.. for Nowloveis..:)

Ah.. yes.. the inner space of water true in oceans green
of ever life.. so deep.. and spiny spawn of electro
fish terror.. yes.. alien life is right here below
us.. just waiting to be shared and felt..
a source of aliens..
is just a cup
of
water
away.. beneath
a dark blue
waving
swimmy
way..:)

Small hors d’oeuvres of pleasure
after a lengthy stay inside
the tavern.. is all
that’s left of me..
for her to
savor
after
withdrawing
my full bank account..
LOViNG WAY deep..:)

i have this dream in youth i will marry this
flower and never grows old..
so far it is a miracle
but yes.. it is
TRUTH..
the other side
is it is still
a practical Virgin..
be careful what one
wishes for with
love
or not..
Love is the
cure of
Age.. in
spirit of flesh..:)

Colors in blankets of us.. hues of differences
in grey.. love is a flower without hues or
shades.. love is a flower with limitless
petals floating off stems of us..:)

And the pages of God’s breath breathes effortless
without tress of bark withheld.. in spiraling way
of endless ..in power and without… this
Love is far beyond human love in
strength and love and
courage.. just
be.. and
never ever
go
away..:)

@

Three-Thousand

93

6212015

17

8

258

15

6