• • • The Poetic Adventures of Adam and Eve • • •
We require air, water, food, shelter and sleep.
We seek safety, the company of others, purpose, and gratification.
We use money as a means of exchange for these things.
We use money to buy goods and services, to heat our home, to pay for our food. Money is neither good nor bad, it is a way of giving one thing and receiving another in return.
The acquisition of money can be through work, inheritance, theft, the application of intellect, gambling, the sale of body or possessions, and in future the sale of mind.
Money, the most ubiquitous means of human exchange, is used to gain, and eases practical need, however in itself it has no value. Money cannot buy those things we treasure most: love, compassion, kindness, friendship, wisdom, hope.
Our Plentiful Supply of Desirable Things.
Money provides a means, albeit illusory, of expressing our personal worth. When our wealth is judged by economic success, when our work pays well, we demonstrate our ability to meet the needs of ourselves and those close to us, we feel reassured, satisfied. We strive to gain or protect our financial wealth at the expense of all else.
Those who accumulate financial wealth seek strength, confidence and security, yet these things are only found through the giving of love.
Ideas hold no more truth or use when one pays for them. Money is the child of our distrust and insecurity. It is the cause of our diminishing potential.
Money stimulates self-interest. It cultivates envy rather than collaboration. Money's greatest shortcoming is waste. We make things designed to break so we can sell once more. Countless people work in competition for the same end. Precious lives are spent doing things that have little personal relevance, while our qualities of greatest worth are often ignored or remain obscured.
Without money we would no longer be slaves to our pursuit of economic stability and our desire for wealth. We would find purpose through cooperation, love and community.
The unfolding poetic adventures of Adam and Eve presents such a journey: the world without money...
Once upon a time we lived in paradise.
We loved one another.
We cared for the earth and all life upon and within it.
We owned nothing yet experienced rich and fruitful lives.
My name is Adam ~ My name is Eve
This place tells our story...
Look now upon my face,
My cold of winter ice and snow,
This priceless place known last to you,
As thaw and warm of world invade my sadly salted blue.
~ When Alone ~
The Love That Still I Yearn
The Loss of Less
The Storm of Night
Something Lost, Something Found
Thunder Pass This Way
~ With Others ~
The All and None of This
For Sea of Rising Blue and Crashing Wave
Black and White
Before I Sleep
With Hope and Song
In Honour Of Their Life
Our Family - One World
Breathe Deep This Dawn
With Life, Love
- Footnotes -
The World Without Money is an evolving publication that presents images and poetry within one of three contexts: when together, when alone, and with others. The top of this page presents a series of slides about my thoughts on the nature of money. This precedes the main body of words and images to provide a rational context to the more open and interpretative language of poetry.
The beauty of poetry is that it sits between meaning and experience. As the author of this publication I want to share my thoughts about the poetry and intent of The World Without Money. Like all art, poetry only comes alive within the person experiencing it. The words that stand without the reader's gaze are nought in shape and strength. Poetry is written to be heard ~ say a poem, even as a whisper, and you will come to know far more.
The words that follow as footnotes are but my single voice, my single view. Your view will be your own to own.
Mother Earth: As the earth warms, the extraordinary range of its life and beauty is at risk.