The Farmer

Charles came in a dream and showed me the constituents of his innovative notions, simply his dream while here on Earth. Compounds to relieve the stress inflict on the plants and their foods that simultaneously deplete and feed us. He showed me how to use nitrous tetroxide (residual rocket fuels) for combustion in sub-atomic spaces to affix nitrogenous compounds, so as to build the proteins, how to buffer during time's torment using Germanium Sulfate and tricalcium phosphate compounds to build and maintain the gateway of our bridges, of our bonds, so the energy (ATP) of the Manx Runner could maintain our dance in the crystalline network connecting all things.

One must lie down to feel the vibration.
A song nature sings so pure.

She speaks to us of an intense bonding
To that which we are so much a part.
She is being weighted by heavy veils
Blocking our senses to the truth.

But a man of these times still knowing
Of the relation he shares with her
Can move beyond the facade in the clouds
Hearing her cry to lift these bonds in silence.

He nurtures that which feeds her
With transmission of the suns gift
And offering the nourishment for delicate balance.
What might it be to carry life through every branch
Feeding the life of the plant, and every living thing.

And is it not the same
For that which feeds me.

He tenderly procures an environment of health
To protect that which is a part of himself.

Intuition relates knowledge beyond masked faces
Propagating life for all now set in cosmic stages.

His innovations enlighten awareness to all
With closeness of proximity to his soul.

It is she in likeness of our brother
Though language as such she'll never articulate.

True light of her colors gift the eye insight
To the true frequency seen in artwork on her coarse canvas.

A picture no man could ever deny
For he shares this artistic work
Its creation and survival at our hand.

Brush strokes blessed by God and painted by the farmer,
Co-creator and connoisseur of this land.

- Blanche McLanahan