Dear Mr Korn,
I disagree with your closing comment and the underlying premise of your article: “Permaculture relies on the human intellect to devise a strategy to live abundantly and sustainably within nature. Fukuoka sees the human intellect as the culprit serving only to separate people from nature. The “one mountain top, many paths” adage seems to apply here.

I believe that followers of Natural Farming would doubt integrity of human intellect given modern people’s history of environmental degradation. I place great store in Fukuoka’s advice to not force, control or otherwise coerce nature. there are many Permaculture Designers on this planet, not all will reach that mountain, the basic tenets of Permaculture allow this. Its not same same.

thanks, terry

Hi there,

I am Lies Bot from the Netherlands, I visit the U.S.A a couple of times. I have been to Rocky Boy Reservation to visit a friend and to a meeting in Sedona called the Four Wisdom Gathering. There where a few elders and a lot of “seekers”. I was really amazed that so many people believed that just praying was enough to make things better for the native american people.
Russell Means was there too. I like his approach.
Ofcourse it is most important that the native american culture should be teached to all native American children. But I also understand that with a empty stomach and a polluted body, it is a hard thing to do. I also understand that there is an defensive attitude, because the white people first took your land,your food,your children and your culture. On top of that several people explore your spiritual inheritance. Like “become” a shaman in one weekend” I am not bitter, my heart is with you all. I try to walk my path and maybe we meet eachother in future.

Hummingbird in flight above my burning heart
I still feel the heat your nearness brings
The tears you spilt to ease my heart when parting
I wept to wash the fire from your wings

I am in tears right now I must confess
Though numb from years of trying to disguise
A child’s heart within a muscled chest
And keep his fears well masked behind dry eyes

I fear the dying of the Earth’s begun
Though in Her mind its just the winter’s come
Perhaps
In which the loss of children’s lives
Is one more storm within near endless skies

I do not believe the sky will fall
Though I know not of our Creator’s fears
It may well be He’ll need the stars and all
To mask the falling of His tears

So let us love my love while love we might
For we may be the tears the spirits weep
That burn as hearts on fire through the night
Then fall as stars when at last we sleep

by Kevin Parcel
http://www.sunmoney.org

SING TO LOVE

I sing to love remembering sacred truth
to know our hearts as burning wombs of youth

to burst in light the knowing ever more
that transformation keeps our conscious spores

the mushrooms, fruits the flowers, life and birds
all creatures of this yearning female birth
she lies in wait as sun does always shine
and dries her tears when winters cold has stung

to see the sparrow frozen on the branch
or children, flies amass amid the stench
we humans know we know the way of truth
and yet allow our women’s suffering youth

a youth of culture america, melting down
until the earth heart warriors pound us round
until the mass of heart is mush and worn
before us as our hearts from chests are torn

we never knew the gold would turn to dust
until our children got this in their guts
that culture, mainstream pathways let us down
when looking to shelter our children from the grounds
of corporate eyes that look the other way
when america begins to fade away

the truth be told, and never do we part
to know the ways of every human heart

we wish to grow with her, our mother earth
protecting, cherishing knowing
of her mirth
and wisdom giveing homes and shelter new
‘for every one who wishes to be true

never has she ever let us down
from shelter, food to cultures healthy shrouds
of mourning that which dust has always claimed
and nature as our mother never shamed

to live with her, and share the bounties fruit
to never need the mainstream neighborhoods
to know your village people from the heart
and never in our lives let that love part

wild, the heart of nature always lives
in humble landscapes harboring her kids
all the creatures plants and humans, ALL
living lives of loving natures call

this worship leads to peace and human needs
being shown the kind way through this all a maze

we know today that good thoughts take us home
to the land where always nature roams
as healthy, vibrant worshiped by our love
so every human being knows this dove

PEACE the only way to humble truth
and truth the only door to teach our youth
so now allow the presence of this day
to shelter/show and lead us on our way…