Coastal apples,
rich with mossey soil
the twitter of year-round birds
small & crisp
in the ocean
wind.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Change we can believe in
We are here for the great exhale
the last fifteen decades
have been a frenzied inhale
of industry
that turned into glutony
& now
there is water in the lungs of communism
and lead toys in the belly of democracy
we are here
to reap the exhale
&
draw
a
-new
the last fifteen decades
have been a frenzied inhale
of industry
that turned into glutony
& now
there is water in the lungs of communism
and lead toys in the belly of democracy
we are here
to reap the exhale
&
draw
a
-new
Alone, not alone
There is a lacking interest in engaging with other people,
in dialogue,
eye contact,
In the America's US.
Not disinterest, perhaps not lacking interest, but repressed,
repressed interest.
The interest is inherent in the human experience,
to want to see & be heard,
to hear and be seen,
to communicate
to engage. However,
there is a social conv-
ention,
arising from
complex dynamics of diversity &
clahings of culture coming together
in high-rate streets
& plolitics
& grocery stores
in bars,
a social convention of not wanting
to offend any one.
This is not the only con-
versation, obivously,
there are others,
as diverse as the culture(s) they
arise from,
some antithetical to this,
none-the-less
there is the convention.
& I see
it is rooted, not so much
in a desire
to be good
always,
but to not be
alone,
to not be left,
physically, energetically,
to not be alone creates the very social convention
which perpetuates
that feeling,
this sense
of the Issolated
American Public
divided by oceans
from their ancestry,
& even in crowds
unable to reach out
for fret of being pushed away
in a concert,
in a bar,
of not being recieved,
or of being recieved
and then made to feel
inferior,
other,
not
met with curiosity
& warmth,
but a cold, civil shoulder.
The insight arose
not from such an
experience,
but rather its opposite,
in a restaurant,
when a waitress
brings a little girl
a heaping dish
of cake
&
the parent's eyes widen
as she overcomes her own
astonishment in a single glimpse
& draws the plate towards her,
her smile growing large around new teeth.
They smile too and notice me
noticing them
& our smiles deepen
& I look away
to not make the little girl self conscious,
before she notices me,
from their cue,
I looked away;
she is happy they are
happy & there is cake.
And in the moments between
I could see the social convention
we were breaking
as it was
part of the smiles.
As the waitress
brings our box my fiance mentions
that she "is
all alone
today
on the serving floor."
"I'm always alone,"
the waitress agrees.
in dialogue,
eye contact,
In the America's US.
Not disinterest, perhaps not lacking interest, but repressed,
repressed interest.
The interest is inherent in the human experience,
to want to see & be heard,
to hear and be seen,
to communicate
to engage. However,
there is a social conv-
ention,
arising from
complex dynamics of diversity &
clahings of culture coming together
in high-rate streets
& plolitics
& grocery stores
in bars,
a social convention of not wanting
to offend any one.
This is not the only con-
versation, obivously,
there are others,
as diverse as the culture(s) they
arise from,
some antithetical to this,
none-the-less
there is the convention.
& I see
it is rooted, not so much
in a desire
to be good
always,
but to not be
alone,
to not be left,
physically, energetically,
to not be alone creates the very social convention
which perpetuates
that feeling,
this sense
of the Issolated
American Public
divided by oceans
from their ancestry,
& even in crowds
unable to reach out
for fret of being pushed away
in a concert,
in a bar,
of not being recieved,
or of being recieved
and then made to feel
inferior,
other,
not
met with curiosity
& warmth,
but a cold, civil shoulder.
The insight arose
not from such an
experience,
but rather its opposite,
in a restaurant,
when a waitress
brings a little girl
a heaping dish
of cake
&
the parent's eyes widen
as she overcomes her own
astonishment in a single glimpse
& draws the plate towards her,
her smile growing large around new teeth.
They smile too and notice me
noticing them
& our smiles deepen
& I look away
to not make the little girl self conscious,
before she notices me,
from their cue,
I looked away;
she is happy they are
happy & there is cake.
And in the moments between
I could see the social convention
we were breaking
as it was
part of the smiles.
As the waitress
brings our box my fiance mentions
that she "is
all alone
today
on the serving floor."
"I'm always alone,"
the waitress agrees.
We all Die
They like to say that we are all dying. I agree that we all die, but I do not think this is the state of things. I do not think life is just a progression to ward death.
They say that in our lives, all, we are dying. Like fruit in a basket, ripening toward rotting. And I can see why. Like an orange, alone, we do not appear to have any branch back to heaven, no strings attached to our creator,that might connect us. We seem to have been separated as the fruit from the tree. As the evidenced in The Fall. Even for those of us who do not identify as Christian we may argue that not seeing means not existing, out of sight, out of existence perhaps. If there were a god, where is it? If we did have a connection to this god: the same question. Our eyes only look out ward. We should not make the mistake that it is the only direction, for that way lays blame too often.
We should not assume something does not exist simply because religion could not give it to us. We should not put so much faith into our institutions to say that if they could not deliver the thing it must not exist. Some-times organization is too complex to receive, sometimes “manufacture” is not as good as “wait”.
To say we are living into death, that life is death, is confusion. For everything there is a season, there will come a time when that branch is severed, for some of us, living out on the out skirts, the no-mans land, in the retirement homes the hospitals and the wheel chairs, we know it is true. And though we may still be here still incarnate, we wither∗, but to think that because it is inevitable, it is presently so, is not right view. It is an excuse not to dare to live. It is saying, “I would love, but I will get hurt, so I refuse. I am only rational.” Only what we are is whatever we choose to be. There is no only but that which we choose to impose. ‘Only’ is a frame, a window, the wall we built is forgotten because we say, “I have my only this or only that, it will be enough. Through only that, I will look out at the world.”
It may be enough for one self, but we are not all there is. This is life is given for us to live, but it is for us to live, for the cosmos. Creation is not a self-absorbed process. If one thinks so, one should attend a birth. The plant needs the bird as much as the bird needs the sun & the sun needs the bird as much as the plant needs the sun. Evolution is co-arising. When we build a wall for ourselves we build it around selves, but in the prairie, on top of the grass, blocking out the sky, divorcing the view from the coyote. Seperating the man from the earth. We need the earth as much as the earth needs us. We superimpose our views on the earth, we say the Earth is dying, because that’s what we think our lives are. We have been tricked by over-organization, by thinking we can come up with all the answers if we “try hard enough”; we have been tricked into always “try hard enough.” Some answers only need to be listened, not manufactured. Some religion is not organized, some worship needs no building.
*(this is a gift: to see the body decay, to see the shine leave your own eyes, is to see the spirit leave, to see the spirit leave is to know the spirit existed all the while)
They say that in our lives, all, we are dying. Like fruit in a basket, ripening toward rotting. And I can see why. Like an orange, alone, we do not appear to have any branch back to heaven, no strings attached to our creator,that might connect us. We seem to have been separated as the fruit from the tree. As the evidenced in The Fall. Even for those of us who do not identify as Christian we may argue that not seeing means not existing, out of sight, out of existence perhaps. If there were a god, where is it? If we did have a connection to this god: the same question. Our eyes only look out ward. We should not make the mistake that it is the only direction, for that way lays blame too often.
We should not assume something does not exist simply because religion could not give it to us. We should not put so much faith into our institutions to say that if they could not deliver the thing it must not exist. Some-times organization is too complex to receive, sometimes “manufacture” is not as good as “wait”.
To say we are living into death, that life is death, is confusion. For everything there is a season, there will come a time when that branch is severed, for some of us, living out on the out skirts, the no-mans land, in the retirement homes the hospitals and the wheel chairs, we know it is true. And though we may still be here still incarnate, we wither∗, but to think that because it is inevitable, it is presently so, is not right view. It is an excuse not to dare to live. It is saying, “I would love, but I will get hurt, so I refuse. I am only rational.” Only what we are is whatever we choose to be. There is no only but that which we choose to impose. ‘Only’ is a frame, a window, the wall we built is forgotten because we say, “I have my only this or only that, it will be enough. Through only that, I will look out at the world.”
It may be enough for one self, but we are not all there is. This is life is given for us to live, but it is for us to live, for the cosmos. Creation is not a self-absorbed process. If one thinks so, one should attend a birth. The plant needs the bird as much as the bird needs the sun & the sun needs the bird as much as the plant needs the sun. Evolution is co-arising. When we build a wall for ourselves we build it around selves, but in the prairie, on top of the grass, blocking out the sky, divorcing the view from the coyote. Seperating the man from the earth. We need the earth as much as the earth needs us. We superimpose our views on the earth, we say the Earth is dying, because that’s what we think our lives are. We have been tricked by over-organization, by thinking we can come up with all the answers if we “try hard enough”; we have been tricked into always “try hard enough.” Some answers only need to be listened, not manufactured. Some religion is not organized, some worship needs no building.
*(this is a gift: to see the body decay, to see the shine leave your own eyes, is to see the spirit leave, to see the spirit leave is to know the spirit existed all the while)
Thursday, October 30, 2008
If Thomas Edison could see us now
Thomas Jefferson said, "If the America people ever allow private banks to control the issuance of their currencies, first by inflation and then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around them will deprive the people of all their prosperity until their children will wake up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered."
I read this on the facebook profile of the friend of a friend. She and he had conversed over their wall-to-wall that I indulged ina bit.
And I thought,
If he was right, Jefferson, then the institutions of the people shall have done to the people what the people's ancestors did to the land. Conquest. I do not think that karma is so simple as evil begets evil. Indeed, loss does not I think beget loss. Loss begets appreciation, both in hindsight for what one had, and if one is available, appreciation for what is still present...
We spoke of this, my father and step mother and I over breakfast once....
Evil will not beget evil. Evil, darkness, blindness, begets the desire to see, begets clarity, begets light and the idea of goodness. This is the play of opposits, not opposition, but compliment. Without shadow and light we would be blind by blackness or blind by light. Hold a torch in front of your nose and you still see nothing int he room but the torch; how then is the torch different than the shadow.....
Evil will not beget evil, it will attract its balance. It will reveal, just as a loss provides space to see what is, it will reveal goodness within the hearts of those endurng it.
The question here is what will be time line of that realizations fruition. How long will conquest go on. This conquest, this ruler ship of banks, as Jefferson put it, this is the same conquest as that of Coronada, of Davy Crocket, of all those who slaughtered the indiginous to forge a destiny. This is the same conquest. Our fore fathers who fought forth into the unknown of this content blazing trails of light and christianity and the baggage of Europe did not only kill the indiginous of this land, they killed the indiginous of their hearts. The women of the tribes were not only raped, it was the rape of the divine feminine, their bodies represented; it was not only the children who were taken fromt he tribes and beaten, and hair cut and reeducated thanks to the blood and sweat and burden of white men, it was the children within our own hearts that were being killed....
to forge a destiny.
This is the same conquest.
It was not birthed of past evils, it is the same evil. It is awaiting its counter balance;
as a wife waits for her husband to return from the hunt or the battle, or the ocean,
so too is the counterbalance waiting for us....
I read this on the facebook profile of the friend of a friend. She and he had conversed over their wall-to-wall that I indulged ina bit.
And I thought,
If he was right, Jefferson, then the institutions of the people shall have done to the people what the people's ancestors did to the land. Conquest. I do not think that karma is so simple as evil begets evil. Indeed, loss does not I think beget loss. Loss begets appreciation, both in hindsight for what one had, and if one is available, appreciation for what is still present...
We spoke of this, my father and step mother and I over breakfast once....
Evil will not beget evil. Evil, darkness, blindness, begets the desire to see, begets clarity, begets light and the idea of goodness. This is the play of opposits, not opposition, but compliment. Without shadow and light we would be blind by blackness or blind by light. Hold a torch in front of your nose and you still see nothing int he room but the torch; how then is the torch different than the shadow.....
Evil will not beget evil, it will attract its balance. It will reveal, just as a loss provides space to see what is, it will reveal goodness within the hearts of those endurng it.
The question here is what will be time line of that realizations fruition. How long will conquest go on. This conquest, this ruler ship of banks, as Jefferson put it, this is the same conquest as that of Coronada, of Davy Crocket, of all those who slaughtered the indiginous to forge a destiny. This is the same conquest. Our fore fathers who fought forth into the unknown of this content blazing trails of light and christianity and the baggage of Europe did not only kill the indiginous of this land, they killed the indiginous of their hearts. The women of the tribes were not only raped, it was the rape of the divine feminine, their bodies represented; it was not only the children who were taken fromt he tribes and beaten, and hair cut and reeducated thanks to the blood and sweat and burden of white men, it was the children within our own hearts that were being killed....
to forge a destiny.
This is the same conquest.
It was not birthed of past evils, it is the same evil. It is awaiting its counter balance;
as a wife waits for her husband to return from the hunt or the battle, or the ocean,
so too is the counterbalance waiting for us....
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