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Indecision

Mental Fibrilation

One can be like a donkey, as in the old tale
About just such a creature. While standing halfway
Between water and hay, it could not well decide
Which to go for because to both it was allied.
Back and forth did this animal pace through the day.
So it died of starvation. Now where did it fail?

The donkey cannot think long term. It can only
Deal with what is immediate. It cannot think
Of doing things in sequence. We are different.
We can choose one thing only. With focused intent
One thing is taken care of. We do want to drink
And to eat, but we can’t do both that easily.

We don’t want to be pigeonholed nor to be told
What to do by the world. We want freedom to choose.
Going in one direction ‘til one thing is done
Instead of in a dozen ways is way more fun.
It’s not a tough decision – to win or to lose.
We must stick with one thing so that it will unfold.

It is called single tasking. My, what a concept!
In a world where distraction is elevated
As the way to do business, one thing is for sure.
Super powers have those whose focus is secure.
Do not be like the donkey, always frustrated.
Do not follow the ways of those who are inept.

It Starts Now

There Is No Past Or Future

No past ever existed except in the mind.
When the universe was created, it was now.
It still is now and will be forever, you see.
Like the wake of a ship, now trails off completely.
But the ship is the one place where I can allow
Now to guide my existence. Without it I’m blind.

The wake can be used to explain things in detail
Before it becomes nothingness. Such is the past.
It resides in odd places – not reality.
All the answers to questions I’m finding to be
In the ultimate present that I can make last
Quite as long as I want. Let the moment prevail.

Needed transformation of human consciousness
When done through meditation can get frustrated
By untidy spiritual one upmanship.
I may not need a teacher. I’m on my own trip.
My awakening moment is long awaited.
All I need do is trust in the simple process.

I can always look over my shoulder and say
That my issues result from some past condition.
I can’t blame anyone or thing outside of me.
What I can do is decide who I am to be
And remember that in this life all that is done
Occurs right in this moment, all day, every day.

Existence Is A Relationship

The Joy of Spiritual Alignment

That humans are irrelevant is a notion
That is not of good fashion and unfamiliar.
Man believes he has dominion over nature
But the acts of some humans are vile and impure.
In due time we may leave an indelible scar
On the face of the planet. We may be undone.

It’s a simple idea, but understanding
Is one bit of a challenge. Yet actually,
Every creature is head of its own universe
And all make up this world in the way we disburse
Our life owning perceptions. A certain degree
Of acceptance of this is a wonderful thing.

This world is made up of all its many creatures
And their conscious awareness of all they perceive.
It’s an act of creation just being alive
So that our interacting is enough to drive
The process of existence. A grand interweave
Is the heart of creation with many features.

Each creature creates the world in its own image.
Existence is relationship with the cosmos
Through the vast neurological complex each has.
Evolution occurs for us just as long as
Our behavior on earth becomes less bellicose.
Each of us comes to be by the will to engage.

About Death

The Inevitability of Transisiton

What we know about death we must learn from the dead.
Does that sound facetious? I would rather it not.
The dead know all about death, the living, therefore,
Must consult them subjectively to gather more
Of an accurate picture than what can be got
From the rubbish pumped into the oversized head.

Otherwise, it is scary to contemplate death.
The most frightening thing is that it isn’t known
What will happen thereafter indeed if there’s one.
Information from others can satisfy none
Of the deeper questions. We are fantasy prone
Regarding the conditions after the last breath.

The devoutly religious, guided by scripture,
Have a definite blueprint of how it will be.
So they’re not as afflicted. There’s not as much fear.
In the flesh, no one’s vision is perfectly clear.
As one does contemplate the possibility
Of all becoming nothing, there’s certain allure.

We recall facing this world as little children.
Threats were plenty, and safety was not guaranteed.
There were all kinds of monsters, but behind them all
Is one’s own dissolution. And every close call
Reminds all that in life there is always the need
To ponder where we came from every now and then.

An Automatic Universe

Perpetual Self-Creation of Being

The ceramic world image has gone through a change.
Now a more automatic model is perceived.
Western science was based on a strict set of laws
That is nature made by God who is the first cause.
Before the eighteenth century people believed
In a universe rigid and not too damned strange.

So the laws of God and nature were much the same
But to think of all natural phenomena
As responding to laws is like making train rails
For all that is seen happening. All the details
Are at best a prediction of the plethora
Of all things that are possibly fit to exclaim.

One does not have to suppose that there is a why
For all that exists. One can make predictions
Without the God hypothesis. With but the law
Does science now adhere to. Conclusions they draw
From observed regularities are just the ones
That improve their predictive skills and clarify.

Studying the behavior of the past with care
One makes better predictions, and that’s all they are.
Regularities rampant capable of flaw
Is a closer definition of the law.
Logic dictates that in this way we have come far.
One goal as a race is to become more aware.

Face The Facts

Step Outside The Illusion

“Face The Facts,” people say out of sheer frustration
When someone doesn’t get something they clearly should.
Our facts are but ideas built into us all.
Obvious and unquestioned and both large and small,
We take them at full value. They are understood
To be rock solid in our own estimation.

To question the unquestioned is to awaken
To the knowledge most truthful to all humankind.
Common sense has been rigged by our society.
What’s assumed to factual actually
Is not fit for consumption by the human mind.
Many times aspirations have been forsaken.

People once believed earth was flat and were held back
By the fear of them falling off by accident
Until some brave soul set sail to prove otherwise.
Surely now it’s not seen as a shocking surprise
That God’s green earth is spherical. A small percent
Still believe in a flat earth. Common sense they lack.

What we know to be factual always changes.
With new information we become enlightened.
We are continuous with the whole universe.
As we evolve together nothing would be worse
Than to prevent our knowing because we’re frightened.
It’s unfortunate, as the mind it deranges.

Just Let Things Be?

Release Compulsivity

It was sung by The Beatles a long time ago.
Let It Be and an answer will be on its way.
We’ve no choice in the matter. We might as well be
In a place of acceptance. The world that we see
Causes us to want better that our asking may
Bring about proper changes albeit quite slow.

How do we make those changes if we don’t grab hold
Of the horns of the bull work? Is asking enough?
It’s such a democratic way of doing things
And the ways of republicans too often brings
Tyranny to the people. Our lives become tough.
Is it best to just ask and let nature unfold?

Focusing on what I want or letting things be
Is the choice made available. Both can be done
As long as I’m not in opposition to what
I would like to have happen. I’ll keep my mouth shut
About what the heck’s wrong with things and just have fun.
I can be quite effective by being carefree.

The universe is designed to stand on its head
In response to our asking. Demand we cannot
That the path of another creator be changed
To suit anyone’s wishes. Be thou not deranged
But indulge in the positiveness of your thought.
Each of us gets to choose either freedom or dread.

Line Up With The Love

Open Up To Oneness

Much like water and oil politics and love mix.
Separate, these two creatures exist on their own,
Independent of each other’s usual ways
Of providing and guiding. The worst of our days
Of cold blooded civility we won’t postpone.
Human nature is something no human can fix.

A fine dressing for war salad makes of the news
Of the depth of the hatred the loud blatant chant
Of a troubled nostalgia. What I am to do
Is maintain my connection with the Being who
Sees all things in perspective, which we humans can’t.
Are we at best a dull race of differing views?

Politicians are human. Don’t ask them to scrape
Enough dirt for a new earth and send it to space.
Let them help you create your version of a world
Where all knobs of acceptance are rugged and knurled.
Then give all your attention to reaching that place
In your soul where all things are always in great shape.

Because that place exists for each and everyone.
Those who cannot believe this create the contrast
That we all need to grow by. I’ll participate
In my own peace of spirit and stay in that state.
All the love that exists is infinitely vast.
It’s easy to line up with, refreshing, and fun.

The Unspeakable World

Sensory Imagination

Those who speak all the damned time and cannot shut up
Can know only their own conversations because
They can’t hear anything anyone has to say.
And the same goes for thinking too much. We betray
The Unspeakable World when we’re caught in the jaws
Of the beast of chit-chatter who holds a dark cup.

Stop and listen to people once in a kind while.
What they have to say complements conversation
As in back and forth dialog. As for thinking,
The subvocal orator, when silenced, will bring
A deeper awareness of life and how it’s run.
Constant symbols and imagery is not its style.

The moment you stop thinking, you’ll be in contact
With a world without texture and all that makes sense
To the bodily senses. No sight, sound, or smell
Or the names we have given to all things can dwell
In the presence of beingness. Insight immense
Can be had for the asking. This is a known fact.

With a handful of colors we’re blind as the bat.
With a brief scale of notes, deaf we might as well be
Yet the world of no thoughtform remains infinite
Both in color and sound, and it feels only right
To indulge The Unspeakable World frequently.
Stopping fixing conceptions, I shall not fall flat.

We Are Not Separate

Despite Color Of Insulation

“I am he as you are he as you are me and
We are all together…,”
as the old wise song goes.

If I am I because you are you, and you are
You because I am I, then both of us are far
From who either is. This logic most clearly shows
Separateness is folly. Why isn’t it banned?

We know who we are in terms of other people.
Interdependent systems, we do not exist
Without all others present. We each interact
With what is our environment, and our impact
Is an issue not inconveniently dismissed
By the few who are given too much damned control.

What I call the external world is just as much
My own body. My skin is but a bridge through which
The external flows back and forth just as the tide.
In the peace of connectedness I must reside.
Knowledge made useful is intended to enrich
Every part of me that has grown cold to the touch.

We’ve not been taught to feel this. Our culture demands
That we feel only some parts and ignore others.
It is driving us crazy as one whole species.
On the brink of extinction, we live our disease.
Intervention by our daughters and our mothers
Is the hope that the most of us well understands.

A Message From Einstein

Information Esoteric

It would be an enlightening experience
If I could channel Einstein. What all might he say
To this world grown beyond his? There is not the need
To go searching in that way. I need not proceed
With the wicked or woo woo. In this age and day
Many folks have encountered his psychic presence.

What comes through as his message is perfectly clear.
People are much like bicycles. Balance we keep
As long as we are moving, otherwise we fall.
In terms of vibration it’s a visceral call.
Move forward through experience not while asleep
But with focus applied to one thought that is dear.

He considered his thought world a place of refuge –
A safe pace from the clutter ever apparent.
Starting off with a premise, he would theorize,
And then test out theories. He’d often revise
Them a bit with new data. He wouldn’t relent
Until something of value would come about huge.

His greatest satisfaction in being exposed
To this world fascinating was thinking about
Answers to his own questions about existence.
Fortunately for us, he has made it make sense.
Through all cycles of being, we cast away doubt
And the more of life’s secrets are rightly disclosed.

The Myth Of Milk And Honey

Not All That Glitters Is Gold

Stores filled with people clamoring for the best deal
As each fake Friday blackens throughout the seasons…
I must know which is symbol form that which is real.
I can only know that by the way that I feel –
Like a child in a candy world. Many reasons
I can conjure but none that the truth may reveal.

Differences exist between wealth and money.
One is purely a symbol; the other, concrete.
Confusion between these two is the cause of pain,
Suffering, and such issues that drive folks insane.
I’m a sad ‘weak in trading.’ I am in defeat
If I can’t see myself through the illusory.

Oddly complex abstractions, ideologies,
And inscrutable systems confound consciousness.
Physical is reality – the earth and trees,
And the waters and creatures partaking the breeze.
I do not believe I can be anything less
Than the earth that produced me for none to appease.

All the hills are dark shadows. Forever they flow
From one form to another. Indeed nothing stands.
God’s green earth is diaphanous. It disappears
Like the music of ages along with all fears.
My true wealth is a measure of how life expands
Through this one made of value who this world can know.

Do I Really Exist?

Questioning Consciousness

Can I transform myself? Can I make myself sane…
Or more loving or unselfish? Is that my wish?
It would seem necessary to be these fine ways
If I am to be nurtured by other folks’ praise.
When I feel I can’t do it, I’m rather sluggish
In pursuit of direction, so I act in vain.

So much says I can’t do it, but I say I can.
Gravity is an odd consequence of time/space.
This aspect makes it seem alien of nature
But indeed how can that be? Earth can but assure
That itself and I are one. I fully embrace
What this is that I’m part of as one humbled man.

Within time and space equal, all that I can do
Can’t be done because I don’t exist in that way –
An ego-separated personality.
An idea based on a fake feeling of me
Is what passes for presence each and every day.
Putting things right is futile in absence of clue.

Things exist that I can and cannot do. That’s fine.
I would pay due respect, here, knowing I’ve no choice.
All that goes on of itself is all part of me…
Which includes all of this earth most naturally.
It and I are a mutually passive voice
With no message specific. Such Being Is Mine.