A FIERY JOURNEY THROUGH BERNSVILLE

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I’ve driven through almost ten states in the last two months, all on the east coast, and the only bumper sticker I’ve seen on the backs of cars is a “Vote for Bernie” sticker. This is with driving both through cities and rural areas and everywhere in between.

I swear, I haven’t seen a single HRC sticker or Donald Drumpf sticker in all that time. I know their supporters exist amongst the same geographic areas, but as far as I can tell they’re not as excited.

It’s a wild observation.

I mean, even with the road signs in front of people’s yards, the only non-Bernie one I’ve seen was in DC and it was for HRC. At almost every venue I’ve played along these two tours, the exterior of the house had a Bernie Sanders sign or a sticker. I even stayed at a farm in Flemington, NJ where the residents had painted a huge Bernie Sanders sign outside along their gravel farm road. I can’t think of any other candidate who has murals painted by street artists in so many cities, at least not one’s where they happened completely independently from the direct prompting of any campaign official but instead happened solely because of inspired citizens.

I mean, I have to admit the fervor has made me feel safer in my travels. It’s like being surrounded by the warm hearts of family. Just yesterday a woman at a gas station said, “Nice Bernie Sanders sticker!” to me (I’m a part of this vote for peace as well) from across the lot.

I laughed at first, hoping to dodge a political debate, hearing her voice and reacting to the compliment as if it were sarcastic. But then I looked up and saw she was entirely sincere. So I smiled and said, “Thank you. Let’s hope he gets in there.” We waved and then both drove off in our seperate journeys. Then I went to Bernsville, NC (a local joke, actually spelled Burnsville) and saw what felt like the epicenter of what could be possible for us all, if he really were elected. A communal effort full of art and creativity living off the land and worshipping the moon and the stars.

I don’t understand what’s so foul about those ideas to others. For instance, I found a comic zine in the bathroom at a McDonalds in Blacksburg, VA that basically said something like “Beware of all hippies and punks. They collect crystals and don’t beleve in God but worship a goddess named Gaia instead”.

My response to that was, “So fuckin’ what?”

I mean, where the heck does that part of the human condition come from? What in our DNA causes us to judge others and decide what’s the best for them? Why can’t people just let go and let others do what they want? Why can’t they just mellow out some? It’s like the people that created that zine are absolutely insane with hate. They’re deluded by it.

On the other side of the spectrum, the Bernie Sanders fervor is something really interesting. It’s surprising to me the mainstream’s response thus far has been mostly radio silence and scathing reviews of disbelief. It’s surprising they haven’t just co-opted the whole thing yet. Or that seemingly they haven’t been able to.

And now everyone’s saying they’re doing their best in blocking our abilities to vote. The optimist in me doesn’t see this as purposeful manipulation. Instead it registers it as an example of how our civilization or at least our country is truly crumbling into ineffective bureaucracy. Like, wow! We’ve gotten this far and our voting system is still 13 steps in the opposite direction of where it should be. The cynic in me says there’s purpose in this complete incompetence.

But yet, Bernie Sanders is still winning hearts and minds. And I’ve seen him speak. He also sounds sincere. Like so sincere, he’s showing how exhausted he is that he’s 74 and he’s seen how this whole country works (or rather doesn’t) and he’s flabberghasted that he has to work through that entirely broken system to attempt a win in order to fix it.

Obama had fervor. But not this early. And not ever this much. Has any candidate that anyone can remember ever touched this many hearts?

I mean, hot damn. It’s a wonder to watch so much of the world so engaged and enthralled by the intention of Love. Have we made it across the threshold into a new era of heart-centered individuals just in the nick of time? Just before we destroy ourselves and everything around us?

Or is this just another way that the natural cycle of the way things are, continues to laugh at us, all on its own volition?

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A FIERY JOURNEY THROUGH BERNSVILLE

The Lessons of the Crow

For the last year, The Crow has been telling me our planet is into its last stage of suffering. It’s only a moment before we pass the point of no return and the whole thing tosses us off of it. In many ways we’re already there.

I’ve seen it across the country in the form of waste. From landfill along the highways to deforestation and strip mining in our national parks. In East Texas, they hand you an over-cooked hamburger in a styrofoam container 5 times a normal size, with a plastic bag and a handful of bleached white napkins. On the Oregon and Californian coastlines there are the dead bodies of seals and sea birds decaying slowly, their guts full of plastics and no one notices. Back home in Philly, I’ve watched folks unload an entire car trunk’s worth of garbage bags in the abandoned lots of East Kensington only to have them open up days later scattering tons of plastic and paper product into the wind and across the sidewalks into the local ecosystem.

I’ve seen it everywhere and I’m no saint. I propel my poetry tours upon the ignited fumes of a fossil record that reaches back eons. And I, a storyteller, know nothing of its history. I, like everyone, have been taught to fill the tank without asking questions about where the fuel comes from. Right now each gallon comes cheap and I know it’s at the expense of some sacred waterway in North Dakota or a child’s life in the Middle East.

Yet, I keep going. We all keep contributing. This endless cycle has no end in sight.

That’s the reality.

The Fool in me sees the other side to this blunt truth. He sees that dreams can be manifested. He believes in The Artist and The Poet, and their abilities to create new realities. He sees The Crow, and says, “Well, there must be some reason The Crow is talking to me specifically, and not only that…He’s talking to other folks in my tribe as well. There must be some reason all of us in particular are even noticing.”

And then it clicks, and it’s pretty simple. It’s that we are the solutions that we seek, and all of this can be remedied if people like us continue to wake up to it.

I’m all about social activism. But the Earth is my number one bae. She doesn’t get enough attention in this current hierarchy of things that need to be fixed. I wish that were differrent. The warning signs are all there and it’s up to us whether or not to use them to empower ourselves and our home planet into a brighter future.

The industrial revolution is over, it’s time for a rêvolution of heart.

Anyway, Happy Earth Day, friends!

The Lessons of the Crow

Excerpt from Travel By Haiku

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“Moon light, moon vision
water is all around us
tidal waves within.“

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Daily Haiku by Marshall Deerfield

Buy the new book, Travel By Haiku available from Amazon. Travel By Haiku is a collection of haiku poetry written while traveling across the United States in 2014-2015. Each haiku is a meditation on the divine beauty found in the natural world and a boost to get the reader there.

(source: marshalldeerfield.tumblr.com)

Excerpt from Travel By Haiku

Excerpt from Travel By Haiku

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“Height awakens peace of
mind, of spirit. Look up! See? An
ancient remedy“

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Daily Haiku by Marshall Deerfield

Buy the new book, Travel By Haiku available from Amazon. Travel By Haiku is a collection of haiku poetry written while traveling across the United States in 2014-2015. Each haiku is a meditation on the divine beauty found in the natural world and a boost to get the reader there.

(source: marshalldeerfield.tumblr.com)

Excerpt from Travel By Haiku

Book Release Party

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On Wednesday, April 13th, The Random Tea Room & Curiosity Shop in Philly will be hosting me for the release of my new book, Travel By Haiku. Don’t miss it! There’s going to be all types performance and circus-like festivity. It’s going to be a real wonderful happening.

You can read more about Travel By Haiku on my website.

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Book Release Party