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Our Time Is Limited

The Swirl Of Eternity

Mother nature gives birth to death, and life renews.
That’s the way it has been since it all came to be
Beheld within the consciousness of humankind
…Surely eons before that if one keeps in mind
That forever is something that humans can’t see.
Death is life’s invention. No one does it excuse.

If I live each day if it were to be my last,
Someday certainly I’ll be correct. But would I
Want to do things I’d planned on when I didn’t know
I’d have one day to do them? Perhaps I’d forego
Most for the most important so that when I die
I won’t leave a big mess by my living half-assed.

I’ll do well to remember my mortality.
Knowing that I’ll be dead someday is a great tool
To help me make big choices in life that remains
By the will of whatever existence maintains
To support constant change. Though up close it looks cruel,
From the spirit’s perspective, there’s much more to see.

 I am already naked. I’ve nothing to lose
So there’s no good reason to not follow my heart.
Death is life’s special agent. It moves me along
So that I am prepared for a richer swan song.
I must not live for others nor be torn apart
By entrapment in dogma and death-wishing views.

Perceiving Without Labels

Appropriate Futility of Scrutiny

It’s so hard not to use labels with or without
Specific information about what’s inside.
Human egos have them, and they place them upon
Anything possible. We depend so much on
Our conceptual symbols. No way are they tied
To the essences naming them. Be there no doubt!

We can sense life in two ways. Personality
Is a relative tool of survival we use
To communicate everything stored in the mind.
But the other way is of a different kind.
There’s the space of light consciousness which, if we choose,
Can get us to perceiving things quite label free.

The practice of perception is done anywhere.
Most ideal is the environment of nature.
There, one can just observe things simply as they are.
Dropping into this beingness is as bizarre
As the person who senses it’s calming allure.
Getting in touch with one’s true self shouldn’t be rare.

Consciousness on two levels – the transcendent one
And the self with its biases – both we engage.
What plays out in the foreground is of the ego.
In the background, the true self can lovingly show
Its full brightness. The false self may then come of age
Through the coolest relationship ever begun.

Like a lampshade, the person I am gives the light
From my spirit eternal its formative hues.
The conditioned self is dense and heavy a load.
Knowing of my true light source I’m well on the road
To then loving my neighbor as my true self who’s
The same essence eternal which is just as bright.

Living In Accord With Nature

Tao Of The Earth

Yin, the black… Yang, the white, in a dutiful dance,
Define all that is nature. In darkness must grow
Any seed that is planted. It reaches full light
In the process of growing. Its will to unite
With its other component is what people know,
But it’s deeper than that. It’s a rugged romance.

Ancient myths, rites of passage, and natural ways
Were designed to connect the body with the mind.
The latter can go off and do quite its own thing.
It wants things that the body prefers it not bring
To the table organic because it’s designed
To adhere to its nature throughout all its days.

Messages in the bottles from shores far away
Over eons eroding not, myths tell a tale
Of the human condition in ways subjective.
The collective unconscious teaches how to live
In accordance with nature and on a large scale.
Those who’ve mastered the passage have so much to say.

I must know that I’m mortal and all that it means
To move out of a sphere of achievement into
A relaxing refreshment enjoying it all.
I have given up big things to honor the small.
Rather than the lightbulb, I’m the light that shines through.
Consciousness is our essence – not fleshy machines.

Don’t Force Anything

Most Force Is Excessive

Coming into this earth life and all that is known
That I seem not to know is my grand illusion.
I am here before coming. Never am I gone.
There’s nothing of nature to be acted upon.
Following then her course I’m a threat to no one.
All that is came before me, and I’m not alone.

It’s much easier to cut wood along the lines
That are with the grain – no against. Yet cutting wood
Does not go against nature if done mindfully.
The Tao is what is nature, a democracy
Self-contained and self- governed. The bad and the good
Coexist in a strange dance that no one designs.

I can’t force a lock open because it will break
Or the key will be broken off in the keyhole.
I must jiggle it until it wants to behave.
If it chooses not to, I will not be its slave.
In accordance with nature I give up control.
Peace of mind and contentment is what is at stake.

With the patterns existing I am subject to.
To flow with what creates me is to live in grace.
The contract between bees and flowers is the same
As the one between birds and worms. There is no blame
In what seems inappropriate. To know my place
Is to be one with nature in all that I do.

The Waste

The Expansion of Industrial Feces

That this earth has a death wish seems likely to be
Fundamental to science. A being’s hygiene
Must include healthy self-thoughts as well as clean air.
If I took in my own waste, it wouldn’t be fair
To myself nor to nature. It would be obscene.
Folks would ask what on earth is the matter with me.

If I felt self-destruction is the proper way
To get rid of my problems, I’d be called insane
By the same folk who think air pollution is part
Of the way things just are. Nothing close the heart
But complacent stagnation is to no one’s gain.
But the earth, in its sickness, will honor dismay.

There’s a load to get rid of. A purge of the soul
Of a planet infected with humanity
Is much needed, as psychic waste alters the mood,
When activity rampant is selfish and crude.
Does this earth have a conscience? It’s proven to me
By the fecal earth movement spun out of control.

That this place is a Being with conscious intent
And with guttural feelings of not Being well
Is something to consider since we are a part
Of its delicate stomach. We cause it to fart
In a good or a bad way, revealed by its smell.
Either way, it should spend no time breathing the scent.

Taking Notes

Stimulated Mental Activity

We’ll observe the phenomena from way up high
We breathe in all excitement and radiate far
Throughout all the earth’s fresh air and some not so clean.
All across Mother’s surface we also are seen
To the watchers who see us as something bizarre.
You’re caught up in Her scarred face but we know the sky.

Mercury is Her Messenger. Sounds of the birds
Are an intricate language of elegant grace.
We communicate small talk and thoughts most profound
About your kind and others who freely abound
By Her Majesty’s tolerance. She will embrace
All that come from within Her. Are these soothing words?

Our note taking pragmatic, we go here and there
Collecting as we chatter. That nature and you
Come to some firm agreement that gives Her some peace
Is our most solemn hope. You may find your release
From your perils if you learn the right things to do.
Take a step toward evolving. We think that is fair.

A Bit Wild

Craving Excitement

The rebellion in nature is one with her soul.
She will challenge her offspring so that all may grow
To find balance between freedom and being safe
From the best life can offer. Why act as the waif?
As we meet her half way, blessings she does bestow.
Her most spirited teaching is that we are whole.

Nature cannot be broken and ripped from the wild
To be bridled and burdened without her consent.
We were meant to be with her since from her we are
And unto her we’re given back. We can’t stray far
From the primal connection. Indeed we are meant
To partake of life’s wonder as does every child.

There’s a surplus of wildness throughout the air waves.
My programmed mass consumption and what I digest
I should get from a wilderness closer to home.
Human creatures of venom are not free to roam
Within range of my consciousness where I am best
To remain focused on how real wildness behaves.

The Trail Of The Master

Inner Peace

Take a walk on the good path. Some folks have been there.
They return to it frequently to be at one
With the earth and its cosmos suspended in space.
And this is the best way to put calm in your face.
One’s communing with nature is second to none
A complete remedy for exhaust and despair.

Put some food in your pack and just go for the stroll
Into beckoning nothingness and with no plan.
You will find there is life there you knew not before
Organized and more complex. One cannot ignore
Its immense ecoefficiency. If you can
Take a break from the rat race and make yourself whole.

Forest land has been with us for millions of years
Making home for their species and cleaning our air.
For their maintenance they have relied on no one
Through the eons. Without us, nature is well-run.
Life can tie you in knots, but if you really care
Take The Trail Of The Master. Don’t bow to your fears.

No Assertion, Just Attraction

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There’s a spell in the air. Surely I put it there.
It’s my life force exuding throughout the cosmos,
Calling all things to me, be it bird or it bee.
I’ve no need for assertion, as all can agree.
I attract what I need. In no way is it gross.
I’m the kind face of nature, most gentle and fair.

I don’t need to keep busy. I delegate all
To those forces whose business it is to take care
Of the details regarding what I need right now.
I remain still and blossom the way I know how.
With my point of attraction, I’m fully aware
Of all drama around me, though fragile and small.

I am in the receptive mode most of the time.
When I’m not, I’m the giver to that which knows me.
Is there much on my mind? There is not such a thing
As the heel that may crush me before I can sing.
Had I eyes that knew color, how proud they would be.
Through the law of attraction, my life is sublime.