Growth

What’s happening is transfer of two cabinets of files,
(A symbol for some research done, updated back a while);
We work to now create a box that’s black when looking in,
That operates in CASIL’s shell with shift from where it’s been.

To animate community we need not act alone,
For others do their works of love from churches, shops, and homes;
Supportive role we are to them, we hold their arms aloft,
They animate community, we help them reach their top.

Now in the global village there are macro, micro planes;
The scope and scale we function at is micro – yet again
Our micro’s reconfigured as we stretch around the globe;
The challenge? Find the buyers who’ll exchange for manna, gold.

Each person mixes manna with some product they create,
Or service they perform as on their neighbor’s needs they wait;
It’s not so much their function for the work must all be done,
You might as well pick up the part you see as being fun.

Within the CASIL shell I sense a need for feeder streams:
The first for golden eggs that hatch, as in the past there’s been;
A second is a flow of cash to lubricate our way;
The third a mix of expertise, and gifts which interplay.

I operate below the line, some operate above;
I find a treasure in the field, and dust it off with love;
I help them mix their manna in, build on a solid base,
But let them meet the challenges they find within their case.

But once they get up on their feet and move on down the road,
I wave goodbye and mosey on, let others take their load;
One section of the road I work, the point of interface
Of seed and soil – things germinate – till roots the field embrace.

I prototype a paradigm – find blockages to blow;
I make some tools; chase info down, find things I need to know;
I push folks out of ditches when they’re stuck and cannot see,
A way to move on down the road, rejoin community.

One hundred years ago tonight, those fifteen hundred drowned,
While seven hundred watched from boats with darkness all around;
You ask how they could cope with the loss of that enormity –
For each the loss was only one, perhaps was two or three.

We don’t relate to masses, just to friends and family:
In warfare, our platoon; here our a department’s what we see;
The rest is there, impersonal, but impact muted is,
Community is personal, as animation biz.

For geometric is the curve of growth – just like a tree:
A cell divides, then both divide, the growth is what we see;
When “One and one and fifty make a million”, like the song,
We harness exponential – double one – we can’t go wrong.

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