According to Time:
essays and poetry for America (updated, 27 November 2024)
an essay: The Magnanimous Philosopher by ben james blu mencius bussewitz (.pdf) (November 9, 2024)
an essay: Response to Marxism by ben james blu mencius bussewitz (.pdf) (November 17, 2024)
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Poetry
"Spring On the Wind— an Autumn Sonnet"
Maker I'm dreaming about, heartfelt, in turtle-shell,
Cast my eyes on true perception,
Of the sun, illuminating the skies heights,
Clearly sidestepping everything in sight,
Oh my, wave to the clouds as they pass along by,
All right, you're my friend— it's truly a wonderful light—
To behold; we don't need a wagon to get to the Western frontier,
We just need each other, as our breath, hearts and steps beat as one,
On the shores and crags and mountaintops, you are always already, already now,
Unraveling and enveloping, all around. Bring about a wish on a loosely unwinding,
Thinly-knotted sailboat's mast; for we may tread our legs and then swim, underwater,
Enchantment; we will be in the Caribbean and Aegean, keep your eyes open as we're heading,
In constant motion toward liberation for everyone, each and every nation as a unified people,
Endlessly and zealously, ebulliently, together and forever, beside the Governor of Light, the Lamb of God.
by ben james blu mencius bussewitz
“There is a time for everything”
There is a time for everything under the sun.
There is a time to have and to hold,
There is a time to dwell and grow old,
There is a time for this and for that,
There is a time for American and French,
There is a time for the sovereign government of God,
it’s the time we have in our hands,
the time where we eat and love each other,
the time we lay back and chew bread, olive oil, balsamic vinaigrette,
sea salt, drink wine, and say we are blessed,
the hearts, minds, and souls who triumph
so strong, in love of all people, all of one another.
and while our heart beats we bring language to bear,
to speak to our walk as we share it with God.
by ben james blu mencius bussewitz
"The Manner of Sunshine"
The sun shines down on the sunflowers
of the arable land, the happiest of flowers proclaim
the happiest rain. For this year the Nile,
was starved of her silt, but the dry terrain became replete
from the cup of water I put on the hill.
For the water evaporated and became our fill.
And the sun was perfect for the desert of repletion.
Like the winnowing fan of deposition.
The boulder was moved, the angels brought on
the soldiers dread. And it all was evaporated,
and on the wine and bread, our fill, of an endless harvest.
by ben james blu mencius bussewitz
"The Heart to Wonder"
the life of a billion liveliness shining,
in the light of a heartfelt of a cerebral gland,
gliding pituitary limefelt life,
in the basketball fever of a haste at work,
cycling out cyclones of gymnasts that can't
touch her madness, her zesty, awesome haste,
the life of gladness in the heart of the doorbell crazy-eight.
the life of magic, wandering, spinning to another bend on the train,
where our love, and peace, and gladness, float life-laden down the lazy stream buoy of upstream.
by ben james blu mencius bussewitz
"The Two Chosen"
in the life of the fox-hole den,
where the sunlight reaches and bends,
away in a cloak until next season,
we know our ways! we know their ways!
like sheep on a foggy still-life afternoon,
where the city grazes and puts out oneness of,
a fresh magical citadel on the peak of the trail,
and we bring our handbags and sandals that never fail,
the life cashed in and a motel light on,
a paradise heaven, with the shining bright hearts,
in the way of a newcomers rollicking, frolicking upstream,
a miracle of inertia in lamp-fans floating and vagrantly spinning,
we spill out voices of ancient lullabies of novel melodics,
in the limelight of the field of sonic, cloaked candlelight.
by ben james blu mencius bussewitz
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