by Jon Rappoport
June 23, 2022
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Art lies outside the reality machine. It isn’t a product of a system or a system of systems.
“Any great work of art … revives and readapts time and space, and the measure of its success is the extent to which it makes you an inhabitant of that world — the extent to which it invites you in and lets you breathe its strange, special air.” (Leonard Bernstein, 1958)
“…the form of the flower is unknown to the seed.” (Herbert Read, 1965)
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Jon Rappoport
The author of three explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED, EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, and POWER OUTSIDE THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. He maintains a consulting practice for private clients, the purpose of which is the expansion of personal creative power. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free NoMoreFakeNews emails here or his free OutsideTheRealityMachine emails here.
BEAUTIFUL Jon.
As always, YOU !
The Flowww of
Life-Generating Air…
Sails filled white
Unfurl & unwind
Tough canvas bright
Snaps its sound to Wind
Drawn
‘Crost the surface
Of Your Fire’s burning
Embers grow, to glow
Windows thrown open’s hinging
SongBirds “Bird” a-chirping
Claim the morns’ a-singing
With Sun’s borne birthing
Doors un-loch-ed
& Nestling
From darkened Depths
Untold & unsold
In Faiths’ fathom’s Fountain
Drawn again ‘cross
Surfaced Skyward Sea
Waves tip upward
O’er Sky’s Seeing lea
Hot & tattered fired skin
Relieved its pain & suffering
From NorthEastern’s entry
Washed, in its bathing
& buffering
Flute & saxophone,
Sackbut & piccolo play,
Aria caressed by Words
Born, by softened mouth
As florid flowered two-lips say
Harpsichord & Piano’s
Pounding,
Inkwell-ed & fingered pen upon
Hammered Thor’s throw
SoulFire flames
Its birth of play
From Air’s
InterPlay…
~ for Jon Rappoport
“This revelation mine.”