The “More Beautiful World” Poetry Collection
We invited viewers to write poems (in the haiku and/or limerick forms) about the chapters of Charles Eisenstein’s The More Beautiful World Our Hearts Know Is Possible. Here’s what our community wordsmiths came up with...
Poems by Scott
A coach and a documentarian
conversed about topics contrarian.
They took a deep look
through a life-changing book,
and the impact was truly Wagnerian!
Chapter 5: Insanity
Preaching to the choir
Interbeing’s not so weird
Insanity rocks!
Chapter 6: Force
I can force your hand,
tapping abandonment fears...
Where’s the fun in that?
Chapter 7: Science
The old way to view practicality
is at odds with the quantum reality.
But we all have the means,
despite selfish genes,
to release separation mentality.
Poems by Jeremy
Chapter 6: Force
You push.
I push.
Force and effect.
Praise and disapproval.
The world only reflects back to us
what we put into the world.
See more poetry by Jeremy here.
Poems by Brooke
Haiku
More Beautiful World
We know that you’re possible
Viewed from these pages.
Separation
Old story crumbles
The myths we’ve been told are lies
New story comes forth
Breakdown
Our culture is sick
The disease spreads to Gaia
We must heal ourselves
Interbeing
We are together
Each with gifts to share with all
In interbeing
Cynicism
New age puffery?
Empirical evidence
Says no to this one.
Insanity
Maybe we’re crazy
Oh no, my friend, tis the world.
That’s insanity.
Force
We can only act
In ways that feel right to us
Outcome uncertain
Science
Science can close our minds
To the wonders of the world
The really cool ones.
Climate
Climate as symptom
Of a much bigger disease
We need love to cure
Despair
A man feels hopeless
And so begins his journey
A hero’s epic
Hope
Our four letter word
A very nice one, indeed
Our future is bright
Morphogenesis
We can change the world
In a million different ways
One act at a time
Naiveté
Call us all dreamers
Synchronicities occur
In beautiful ways
Reality
Sometimes truth is hard
And not all is possible
But some stuff sure is
Spirit
Is there some godhead
We shall or shant bow down to?
Spirit within knows.
Orthodoxy
To come to accept
Truths so far from old mindsets
Is liberating.
Newness
Humanity has
A new and ancient story
We can live it well
Urgency
The sky is falling!
Do something, do something now!
How to hold up the sky?
Scarcity
Not enough for all?
Enough of what? I ask you
Money? Food? Or Love?
Doing
Running through the maze
Does not lead to the exit
Calmly find the way
Non-doing
Sometimes to just sit
With fishing line in water
Saying “fuck it” heals.
Attention
The sound and fury
Of separation mindsets
Can be vanquished — poof!
Struggle
Doing the right thing
Need not mean self-sacrifice
Lose the war with self
Pain
What is it that hurts?
Hurts on the level of soul?
Wounded collective
Pleasure
What gives you great joy?
Live life doing the joyous
Treasure all of life’s gifts
Judgment
In every judgement
A reflection of the self
Is seen in others
Hate
The evil monster
Is the one to blame for all,
All these things we’ve done.
Righteousness
How dare you do that
That evil thing you’re doing
That’s different from mine
Psychopathy
Lacking empathy
Fueled by impulsivity
Runs the psychopath
Evil
Is there evil here?
Or is that just perception
Of the way things are.
Story
The actions we take
And their effects on the world
Create our story
Disruption
To write our story
The fallacies of the old
Must be disrupted
Miracle
Miracles happen
Open up your heart and feel
Be a believer
Truth
What is reality?
If all is human construct
Let’s build beautiful.
Consciousness
This thing within us
This most fundamental us
Interbeingness
Destiny
A hero’s epic
This journey that is living
And all that awaits
Initiation
And so it begins
This new story we’re writing
Once upon a time.....
Limericks
- There was an old hermit named Brooke
- Who found herself reading a book
- That caused such a change
- In ways oh so strange
- Her very foundation was shook.
- It told how our myth falls apart
- When head disagrees with the heart
- How we really are one
- How we’ve just come undone
- But of course that was only the start
- It told of an upcoming birth
- One that might help heal the earth.
- The birth of new story
- Of our inherent glory
- The story of everyone’s worth.
- It said that we all are the same
- No matter our role or our name
- That at each one’s core
- There’s just so much more
- And that all, but yet none, is to blame.
- While the cynic inside rolled its eyes
- Hardened by so many lies
- The beautiful child
- Thought “Wow this is wild”
- And its spirit then started to rise.
- The cynic then feared for its brain
- It thought that it might be insane
- But then in came mind
- And said don’t be blind
- The truth is quite often inane.
- It brought in good old Descartes
- A guy, though undoubtedly smart
- Led man toward control
- But lessened our soul
- And emphasized head over heart
- And science, it’s only a tool
- One, that when used by a fool
- Can overcome gnosis
- With a kind of hypnosis
- That really is very uncool.
- Our climate is in quite a mess
- Earth’s systems are all under stress
- It’s just one example
- There’s evidence ample
- That each thing affects all the rest.
- So at times we all feel despair
- It sometimes all seems so unfair
- If these feelings are heeded
- Perhaps that’s what’s needed
- To start down the path toward repair.
- It’s vital to never lose hope
- It gives us the power to cope
- In a world such a mess
- We can do nothing less
- Hey, just look at the Pope!
- So how do we reshape our story?
- How do we find mankind’s glory?
- Each act, that is all
- No matter how small
- Act well and try not to worry.
- Some folks will think us naïve
- Because of the things we believe
- Perhaps we’ll get to ’em
- If not, well, then, just screw ’em
- Our intent is not to deceive
- We often might question what’s real
- And make it a really big deal
- But really, why bother?
- And get in a lother?
- Turn off that old brain and just feel.
- What’s the source of this thing we call spirit
- How do we get ourselves near it?
- Is it something without?
- Do you have so much doubt?
- Sit down and shut up and you’ll hear it.
- Is this story new age?
- The work of some old hippie sage?
- Or is it an old one
- A big and a bold one
- Or perhaps it’s just the next page.
- It feels like we have to act now
- Even if not quite sure how
- But if we have not a clue
- Of just what to do
- It’s silly to stir up a row.
- Some feel like there’s just not enough
- And for some that means things are rough
- But really dear friend
- At how much we oft’ spend
- On all sorts of meaningless stuff?
- Is there any one thing we can do?
- To make humanity’s dream come true?
- Perhaps it’s the case
- If we go to the base
- Mankind can start over, anew.
- Sometimes if one’s life mission,
- Seems a little bit like mere wishin’.
- It gets to a point
- Where one just smokes a joint
- And says fuck this, I think I’ll go fishin’.
- Where we direct our attention
- Can waylay our best intention
- Look deep within
- And then begin
- A concept always worth mention
- At times we try too much
- Really quite silly as such
- This internal struggle
- Can really befuddle
- Proceed with delicate touch
- What is the source of this pain
- That crops up again and again
- It’s not in the bod
- It’s there in the god
- And only in healing will wane
- How can humankind measure
- The things that it ought to treasure
- It’s not all that tough
- Though sometimes quite rough
- One’s mission in life brings her pleasure.
- The judge is often just inner
- And sometimes can be quite the pinner
- Of “See, he’s to blame!”
- But we’re all just the same
- Please, judge the sin, not the sinner.
- To hate another being
- Is really just not seeing
- The self out there
- We’re not aware
- It on ourselves we’re peeing :)
- I am right and you are wrong
- We’ve all sung that famous song
- Well guess what dude
- You self-delude
- And string yourself along.
- There once was a man who dealt coke
- Who thought that the world was a joke,
- But then he found love
- And rose up above
- And now he’s a real happy bloke.
- There once was a concept called evil
- That often bedeviled the people
- But it’s really abstract
- And serves to distract
- From the fact of we sow what we reaple.
- There once was a story spread ’cross the land
- A story quite big, a story quite grand
- But we don’t need it
- And will not feed it
- It’s not the story in which we will stand.
- So how to change this tale we tell?
- Before our heaven turns to hell?
- Let us disrupt it.
- Rewrite, reconstruct it.
- But let’s make sure we do that well.
- There once was a magical place,
- Not one of time or of space,
- A place of being
- A place of seeing
- Our shared and original face.
- There once was a woman who wanted to know
- So read all the books and looked high and low
- She found it nowhere
- And so sat in the air
- And allowed her own wisdom to grow.
- There once is an awesome no-thing
- Present in pauper and king
- Glimpsed now and then
- By women and men
- That lets the spirit take wing
- So what, might you ask, is our fate?
- Are we sadly and soundly too late?
- No, let’s persist!
- Let’s stand and resist!
- The idea that heaven can wait.
- The time has come, the Walrus said,
- Or was that just inside my head?
- It matters not,
- And all that rot.
- I’m off to where I’m led.
Poems by Barb
Chapter 11: Morphogenesis
I can’t see or touch
though I know it must exist
here and everywhere
Getting comfortable
with radiant mystery,
key to the good life.
Miracle worker,
I am so easy with that.
So are you. It’s true.
No map do I need
to follow my planet’s lead.
Watch. Listen. Respond.
I woke with a pain in my ass
The effects of yesterday’s mass
The dogma was deep
The guilt far too steep
It was all so impossibly crass!
Chapter 12: Naïveté
Synchronicity flows
when true love flows on
unconditionally
I dreamt of creating an event
of like minded folks in a tent
I didn’t know how
to put on the pow wow
but in end all the folks went
Chapter 13: Reality
Gates block my vision
are magically opening
blue skies lie ahead
Chapter 14: Spirit
Around we go
spinning like a top,
always learning, never changing
Chapter 15: Orthodoxy
Whether I know it
or not the whole world revolves
around “Who am I?”
Each moment I’m here
my beliefs guide my actions.
It’s time to change. Now.
Chapter 16: Newness
My heart comes alive
as I return to the bold
desire within.