The Tragic Sip is where I explain my words to you. Here I post my poetry and prose segments and let you know what was going on in my mind upon writing. My poems run from the humorous to the philosophical from rhymes to free verse. And I love my senryu and tanka but I give them titles … so there. Sometimes I even have opinions.
The word on the street is you wanna save the world … house the homeless, feed the hungry ... unless they’re zombies … don’t feed the zombies … that said zombies are notoriously easy to cook for ... shield the attacked, free the exploited, and un-entrance the boy band obsessed.
What to feed your zombie … raw vegan, of course. The paleo-set tend to be too well-armed and in possession of incredible aim.
You will not save the world on your own. There are seven billion different thought patterns creating it … yours is only one … you cannot play your super-hero theme song loud enough for everyone to hear over their own ego-erratic drum beat … you'll only add to the cacophony.
Unlike the moon landing … Thriller was faked ... zombies can’t dance. Butterflies … according to Mohammad Ali … had all the moves.
But you can turn down the volume in your own head, let go of the fear and anger, seek out the quiet and still, and let them transform you.
there is no weeping
at a caterpillar’s wake
a caterpillar’s casket
naught but a butterfly’s womb
Embrace your imperfections; they’re beautiful too and when it’s time, let them go. Emerge from the darkness and take to the sun-lit air. But if you’re going to save the world with your newly-minted, powdery wings, you’re going to need some reinforcements.
Just How Many Butterflies
crawling on the planet earth
seven billion bugs
just how many butterflies
it a takes to vanquish a tank
It is the soft that will overcome the hard … so says the Tao … you wanna save the world; stop the fight and become that which cannot be defeated; It's there, lying within the fear cocoon that is your ego, just waiting for you to break through and take your first winged-step. Love, compassion, understanding is the way to peace; is the way to a better world, there is no other.
Just How Many Butterflies and Chrysalis Entombed are published in Tattoo, Calling All Soldiers Home and available at the following link. http://goo.gl/1gf0Fc
After last week’s blog some of you may be feeling a little love cold; I am here to tell you it is a beautiful warm and sunny spring day; it’s time to warm-up
The Boy Who Wore Clothes
A race of proud men
Resided in the polar
To clothes they said nyet
However bad the weather
No matter how inclement
In the windswept bleak
Lost in an icy desert
On a glacial scarp
Men of unyielding custom
It was adieu to their garb
Clothing was comfort
It would make them soft and weak
Make them chumps and simps
Sissies, milksops, and wussies
Make of them cry-baby wimps
Some have adopted the idea that to be spiritual is remove oneself from the world of pleasure and comfort, to deny the pull of our desires and to seek out suffering. To defeat the ego by attacking from without. That is if we lob enough challenges at our ego it will crumble. Admittedly suffering has since the dawn of consciousness contributed to fuller awareness. As much my ego would like it to be to the contrary, there is the pattern. But it is not for you to seek out the suffering. You will not defeat fire by walking into it and pretending it doesn’t burn. Your ego is strengthened by your resistance to it.
But creation depends on duality you say … denying the dark is wearing blinders.
Creation isn’t so much about duality; humans invent dualities to aid in understanding a very complex universe. It may be more useful to think of creations as being about contrast. There is no denying some things feel darker than others; existence needs the contrast to exist and evolve; for the creator … which is you … to arrive at a preference and feed it with positive thought and feeling. But you do not need to seek out shadows. Be open to receiving and just the right amount of contrast will find you and challenge you in just the right way. Acknowledge that something feels bad and figure out what you need to do to feel better … not what the world needs to do to make you feel better … but what you can do to feel better and most of the time you’ll feel better.
The Boy Who Wore Clothes
Then a boy was born
Surely he’d been switched at birth
A snivelling malcontent
Nude, he’d face no arctic blast
With a hairless face
He took shelter with the gals
Til puberty hit
At his first crack of alto
With wool, he began to knit
He grew strong and tall
His voice lowered two octaves
He’d face the tundra
Onto the vain plains he went
Clad in a hat and muffla
Even with his yarn
Things were bitterly gelid
Limbs and loins tingled
To lift his spirits he sang
Apropos, balls a’jingle
Enough is enough
Our clothed rebel did chatter
No more ice trauma
Half of us is frostbitten
Gord’s in a frozen coma
We all need comfort
Let’s wrap the boys in woollen
Become good axe-men
Get some lumber; light a fire
Snuggle up with the women
Now some of the men
Saw the truth in his lament
The wiser brethren
Brushed the snow from their shoulders
Went in; made some good lovin’
Alas for a few
Their beards had grown ever long
Frozen with virtue
They couldn’t move if they’d wanted
An army of ice statues
Don’t worry every ice statue will eventually melt and then the fun of spring can begin. But springtime for the soul comes only when you allow it. For the Buddha this came when he gave up self-denial and isolation for a mouthful of pudding.
Chances are you did not manifest into physical form to maintain a spiritual holding pattern; if you did that’s great; but if you are constantly suffering, you did not manifest in physical form to maintain a spiritual holding pattern; you came here to create and to co-create at that. Acknowledge the dark contrast with acceptance; embrace your desires with delight and then let them both go … that’s non-attachment … trust the universe will keep delivering and you’ll be amazed by what comes back to you.
Welcome to Tales from the Tragic Sip … otherwise known as … Dating for existential and angst ridden, spiritualist … no atheist … no spiritualist no atheist … no agnostic … yeah agnostic … Dating for the spiritually undecided. Me … single, white female in search of male; ethnicity not important, as we’ll all crumble to a dark beige dust, otherwise known as dirt, once the stink of mortal decay wears off … unless you’re lucky enough to perish in the desert; there conversion is most expedient; if you kick off in the Arctic you’ll be stuck with your crusty bones until continental shift sees fit to deliver you to Tahiti or rather to where Tahiti no longer is. Space and time is an illusion …but where was I … I … I … right … me single, white female .. although I do tan extraordinarily well ... looking for a male who loves to spend extended periods of time in the half-lotus staring into one another’s third eye looking for eternity and ultimate oneness. After you decide that there’s just only so much oneness your sciatica can stand … I’ll write something like this.
Musing on Romantic Love
Lust it is not, not even close
Grief lingers, years, a decade
A lifetime … and linger, linger
Nothing but weeping remains
So I ask, the pain rushing
Cutting, burning caustic
Mercury, quicksilver sharp
Why this love romantic
I’m going to stop the poem here to warn you what follows is almost complete and utter balderdash. What can I say; I read far too many romance novels as a teenager. In my defence they were mostly historical romance and so I kick-ass at trivia and know a whole lot about dead queens and kings. But all that reading about romantic love taught me next to nothing about how it really works.
Musing on Romantic Love (cont.)
Other loves are born
Or that which is earned
Romantic love is an offering
A soul laid bare
A bravest of rebuff
To the demon that is fear
The loss, at times, unbearable
But the gain
The lessons learned
The essence of why we’re here
Okay not as much balderdash as promised. Romantic love is an offering and given the risks it runs … the despair of a broken heart … most certainly a rebuff to fear. But it is almost always a temporary condition. Evolution has set it up so that the unaware individual is likely develop a wandering eye.
Here comes the birds …
Like humans birds have a tendency to form long-lasting pair bonds. They will often bond for life. Genetic testing confirms, however, they like to spread it around bit while their beloved is out looking for just the right twig to place beneath their nesting bottom. Why? Because genetic diversity improves the chances that your offspring will survive. In short the more partners you produce offspring with the more diversity. But before you give the old woman who lived in a shoe a run for her money, be aware; evolution is autopilot; you do not have to run on autopilot … because like the old woman you’ll end up living in a shoe.
The pursuit of romantic love and its creative outcome, although certainly worth the effort, is not the sole reason you’re here. There are over 7 billion of us. We’ve got procreation down. If the right partner is not finding you … you can leave it to your cousins to act the genetic photocopier and explore other creative avenues.
But what about the longing …
We are not just flesh and bones but rather energy that has coalesced to flesh and bones. Have you ever wondered why a particular beauty with a great personality is unable to inspire romantic feelings in you. Everything’s right but there’s no chemistry. That’s because the energy is not right. We fall in love with the essence of someone … their energy … and like an addiction become dependent on it.
So here is the big secret … drum roll please
You meditate to find a still energy … calm and peace … you can also use your mind to create the energy of the object of your affection or (a very near facsimile). We're all connected, meaning our energies are connected. The right thought without judgement will quickly have you feeling the very same as being in the arms of the one you fancy. It’s like magic … only it works. The trick is accepting that energy as valuable, as valuable as the physical presence of the one you adore. Remember we’re energetic beings first. Feed the hunger with the energy it craves; the longing will go; you’ll be free to explore as many experiences as imaginary time will allow.
You're the beloved of the universe; accept this and the physical manifestations of it will follow.
I hope this week finds you happily inhabiting the sacred pond of your inner-scape. I know; I know; it can be a real struggle to keep the pond happy.
AKA Haughty Haiku
AKA Testy Tanka
long-necked swan swimming
long-necked swan spitting … at me
new swan down pillow
note: no animals were harmed
in the writing of this poem
The swan is the ultimate symbol of beauty and grace but to those that have ever dealt with them for any length of time or just had the misfortune to get on one’s bad side … beautiful yes …also aggressive little blighters … spitting, biting, and duck abusing abound. But before we get out the tar and feathers … okay just the tar … let's remember the swan is just doing what comes naturally: defending its territory and its goslings should it feel threatened. Their behaviour does point out however that physical beauty doesn't necessarily coincide with a generous spirit. Like with you … like with me … what gets in the way of true grace is fear
So yes … beauty and kindness do not always go hand-in-hand but no … all you jealous little birds … beauty and evil do not go-hand-in-hand either. except on soap operas and with James Bond villainesses … es …es. Oh and that girl you fancy who does not fancy you back … she true evil. I get ya … not.Just because someone possesses physical beauty that for whatever reason makes you feel inferior … the reason is your ego … this does not make her evil. It makes you afraid that she'll steal your chance at happiness, causing you to strike out in an attempt to level what you to believe to be the playing field, most often with unkind words when she's not in earshot. She's so high on herself … she’s vain … she’s a narcissists … she’s a bitch … she’s a slut … ouch, that last one hurt.
Vanity is often confused with Pride. Pride being closely linked to the ego. Ego is rather fond of it … a belief that one is both separate and above others. But unless we're looking for identity and fulfilment what we label vanity is simply experimentation in form … make-up, clothes, hair styles and tattoos … selfies and commemorate busts. While we're incarnate, we're also biological beings and so yes, vanity is linked to getting a date, and your response to those you view as vain linked to your fear you CANNOT get a date. The opposite sex isn't nearly as picky as your own gender. You can get a date. Try asking. And the narcissist thing … the narcissist tends to be quite vane but vanity doesn't note a lack of empathy. The two aren't linked. Cruelty grows in small, tight places … the closed heart … hair and makeup are of no concern. So open your heart. When one celebrates the beauty of others along with her own, vanity simply becomes an artistic spirit.
But I get it; the ego needs a wicked queen to reflect back the snow white complex in all of us.
Beauty Beauty Beauty
Beauty Beauty Beauty
I’ll apply this oil with ease
upon my icy décolletage
Leaving not a drop, not a balm
To soothe your aching feet
Work Work Work
Sear under a blaring sun
Toil from daybreak
Until your untimely death
Until you come undone
Beneath a silvered umbrella
I remain a chilled argent
I’ll not unearth my humanity
It remains sealed in the permafrost
Of what would have been my heart
Please Please Please
Show me not your weathered hands
But I’ll take what they’ve created
You see my not-so-comely friend
Wealth is beauty; wealth is power
Vanity is me
Forgive me for this bleak piece of personification. Do not seek out such an individual and shove a poisonous apple down her throat. If you know someone like this she needs an awakening kiss like just about all of us. But it's the last few lines here to take note. Biology choses very wide parameters by which to judge beauty, in short those features that are associated with fertility. While you still have the urge there may be little getting around these. That still leaves a whole lot of playing room which is often crowded out with shows of wealth. That is what we associate with wealth we tend to associate with beauty. Get it; beauty is completely, irrefutably subjective; so no one person is ‘in fact’ any more beautiful than another.
You wanna be beautiful … think it and its done. I already know this about each every one of you. All that's left is for you to embrace the knowledge; embrace the feeling. So put on those crowns and sashes and strut. Guys … you might go with a tiara … less is always more … unless you like more. Who doesn't like more … this guy.
A beautiful happy hello to all you rock stars. I come to you today directly from the stillness.
Many who've arrived at the conscious decision to live a spiritual life have done so after discoveries made with a still mind in a calm and serene environment. When one obtains an extended period of no thought and a willingness to let go of ego a very special thing occurs, leaving no doubt there's more to the world than our sensed and testable material existence. We feel the energy; we feel the connection; we feel the oneness; we feel love in its pure energetic form.
There’s the how-to … here’s the snafu
Your mind and even your ego may be ready to take a siesta, to allow the universe to show itself sans illusion of senses and thought but the universe isn't always still. The kids are crying; your neighbor decides they never liked that wall anyway; your favorite coffee shop is hosting the drill-masters reality renovation show; nature is blooming but you’re allergic to it. Calgon take me away … if you got that reference you're really old. Congratulations on surviving.
There's good news and bad news … you do affect the universe … your thoughts and actions can and will lead to change … if you guide your thoughts and actions with awareness the very change you want. But Grandfather Time is an excellent bouncer. He makes sure no one gets to where they are meant to be too soon, that the crowd is just right, and the music just loud enough. He’s got very broad shoulders and an incredible reach; there is no getting around him; you'll have to wait … always … the trick is embracing the wait. Fully be where you are. Unless this happens ...
While in Japan a snake and I had a near run in. I was later told that seeing such a snake in such a place was a very lucky sign; I didn’t know that and from the way the snake high-tailed it out of there, neither did he. Because of fear we both maintained of our lives but lost possession of our shared, sacred pond. Now I'm not telling you to go skinny-dipping with possibly poisonous reptilians. DON'T. But I am telling you despite the tremendous noise and fear created by myself and the snake ... the sacred pond went nowhere.
Okay the noise was all mine … the snake even in retreat maintained his cool.
So what am I trying to tell you … you do not need to control your environment to maintain your connection to spirit. You're always in the sacred pond. All you need to do is still your mind ... regardless of what is going on around you .. and not fight the flow; pretty soon the peace you create in the quiet and stillness will flow through you in times of increased noise and movement and even fear. Bringing the party works too. Either way you'll spread acceptance and love, calming every ripple or wave and charming all snakes and reptiles alike.
Alright … keep on rocking in the sacred pond but keep the music to a low ohm. Blessings and I'll see you next week.
Spring is letting loose its intoxicants and as John Paul Young would say love is in the air. Well not love … love as our source is always there … but love in its most messy manifesting, most all-consuming and lustful incarnation … romantic love is in the air. To the reluctant I say get ready to throw some salt over your shoulder to ward off cupids arrows. Birds are chirping and bees buzzy … tis the season for romantic love. What you say … romantic love is always in season … let's see about that.
I could spend and eternity
looking at you
sitting over a pond
the envy of Narcissus
as blue as my eyes
as deep as your soul
drinking naught but love
but twenty-four hours later
we're both dead
Narcissus had it figured out. He knew that romantic love leads to suffering; he wasn't going to fall for any of that wine and roses nonsense. Even the beauty of a wood nymph was no match for his steadfast determination to remain his own man. Alas while he'd remain immune to the beauty of the female form … to his own strong jaw-line and broad shoulders he was no match. Catching a glimpse of himself in a pond he instantly fell in love, remaining transfixed until he eventually fell in and drowned.
So what does romantic love and its seeming opposite Narcissism have in common? It's attachment to what exist on the outside … attachment to form. With romantic love we seek fulfilment from the form and actions of others, placing an inordinate amount of attention and pressure on another to love us in just the right way that will lead to our happily ever-after. With Narcissism it's about attention to one's own form and comfort … and often when accompanied with a lack of empathy or even psycopathy … attention to one's own comfort at the expense of others. Actually both romantic love and narcissism are fixations are about one's own comfort. We just tend to wax poetically about one and condemn the other.
Of course in real life the interplay between romantic love and narcissism is not polar and one can figure herself deeply in love and not care one wit about the others well-being or wishes. She just want what she wants … or in this case who … when and how she wants it.
No matter how you cut it they're both about ego and adherence to ego leads to suffering. Romantic love is not there to make you happy or even to make the object of your amorous affections happy. Although it can create pleasure… just like with its ugly and oft-maligned stepsister, lust ... it is about making babies. It's about survival of the species, rock stars. It is also about learning and learning to truly love … that starts with loving yourself ... not for the way you look, or your accomplishments, or even for how others feel about you … but simply because you exist and because of what exists in every cell of your body… the eternal kind of love. When you find this it will colour everything do and feel, including your adventures in romantic love … giving your dealings with others an expansive acceptance … room to grow and evolve … room to feel.
Mountains to Disassemble
Oceans of time
Prairies to pass
Mountains to disassemble
But still when you write me a poem
I smile and in that moment, we exist
The ocean becomes a puddle
The prairies a spring meadow
Mountains crumble, disintegrate
Time becomes a tear that falls in slow motion
* originally published online under the name Sarah Penn
Your form and the form of everyone you will ever meet will eventually crumble … its temporary. Everything in the physical world is temporary. Pinning your happiness to something that is temporary will only ever lead to its loss … but loving this world and everyone in it … that's eternal. When all else falls away … there is only love.
Blessing beautiful people. We'll see you next week.
An Eternity and Mountains to Disassemble are published in Strays, a Collection of Short Stories and Philosophical Love Poems and available at the link below.
I sit on a beautiful spring day and ponder the nature of the Tulip. For about two weeks it exists as a flower … completely irresistible to all who lays eyes upon it … but for most of the year it lies buried in the ground, a misshapen lump of brown, standing as much a chance at getting a rendezvous with a bird or a bee as an unshaven, unwashed, and bun-bedecked you … has a chance of getting a date with Megan Fox. Proving there is somebody for everyone however … it is still irresistible to the squirrels who will dig up the comatose bulb, eat some but not all, and leave it's now rotting corpse balanced on the fence … to mock the gardening gods. So I ponder the changing nature of the tulip and then I ponder the changing nature of you and me.
Facade, false skin, an illusion
An invisible blanket
No warmth, only delusion
Weighted upon your shoulders
Yoked about your throat, facade
More millstone than any sheltering cloak ...
False skin was written specifically about posturing … that is … according to google … behave in such a way that is intended to impress or mislead … masking.Of course when one carries a facade around long enough it has the tendency to stick. Sometimes even the one enacting the posture forgets it's make-believe.
Posturing combined with a lack of awareness is like putting your ego on steroids. It promises world-wide recognition and acclaim … you may even get it … but in the end it's all about denial of self. Because if one feels she must posture … one feels she is not good enough. And like with all shams the truth eventually catches up with you … usually when the facade becomes impossible to maintain … then emotional suffering takes over.
That is the psychological side …
… now for the evolutionary take
Just about all animals posture. The why comes down to maintaining or establishing dominance … or you guessed it … to get a date.
Yep … just about all animals do it … which includes humans and most certainly that includes you. Whether you … wear make-up, colour you hair … visit the plastic surgeon … wear shoes with lifts … where anything other than a formless, un-dyed smock … where something … not looking to get anyone arrested here … tell people you're fine when you're not … be nice to someone you don't like … be nice to someone to get them into bed, pretend you're confident when you're scared … you're enacting a facade. Some facades are more obvious than others … some are harmful, some useful … but on some level we are all acting.
There's no escaping facades because your true self is formless and boundless energy … consciousness that only happens to be inhabiting a body … consciouness that forms and reforms personality and its material body as it goes. So as long as you're alive you'll be wearing a costume and playing a role. The key is understanding that you're doing this … its called awareness folks … and not judging others for varying costume and fulfilling roles a little differently than you.
So Take hold
Go on now; reach deep within Peel back the deceptive dermis It only feels like skin …*
Shed the brittle shell
Bare your soul, scars, and sinew
Be brave, the blood, the shame
Washed away with a tear
Okay … maybe two
Take a moment to discover what lies beneath your skin … in every cell of your being … actually take many, many moments and then you'll understand that what you are is much more vast than any fleshed covered shell or inflated ego. Then you can play with form and facade without ever forgetting who you are or who anybody else is. You're not just a rock star ... you make them too. Blessings.
Don't worry I am running out of poems about birds but not just yet
Two Orphan Sparrows
"This is the story of two orphan sparrows
Emerged from the egg alone but together
Wait as long as they did, which was quite a bit
No mama, no papa, gave even a nit *
So for our two orphan sparrows
There would be no regurgitated spittle
Fear not; they'd feast and they'd feast and they'd nibble
On minute nest mites and mountain pine beetle
The mites were all protein, the beetles all fat
They ate and they ate, for dessert there were gnats
They soon become too big, too large for the nest
Imminent departure was in their interest best
The younger broke the news to the elder
It's time we leave this place, my dearest brother *
I have heard it said; I cannot recall where
We, two, are sparrows and we're meant for the air *"
Two orphans sparrows grew out of an online conversation with an atheist friend. He couldn't understand ... knowing what I know about the failings of organized religion to bring us to a peaceful world and at times actually leading us into war ... how often the findings of science unequivocally smash myths within doctrines … how I could continue to have faith.
My friend wasn't the judgy-judge kind … those atheist who think since you have faith you must lack intellect … as if the two were mutually exclusive … you know the ones who think they possess more smarts than did Plato, Newton, Einstein, and Descartes. You know the ones that would shame you out of your faith or in the very least shame you in to keeping quiet.
I wasn't born into a religious family but I was born into one that had tacit belief in God … personified as some elderly gentleman who sat on a throne in Heaven … who spent his time judging and throwing people into Hell one minute and forgiving them the next. Although that forgiving part … that's golden. It quickly became obvious that many of these parables were there to scare people into doing what they were told by those who resembled that old man on a throne. In short religion is often used as crowd control. But still knowing about the history of religion and a fair bit about science … I could not be robbed of my faith.
Two Orphan Sparrow
"Believing is for some, still not for others
The younger took flight, left behind his dear brother
For how long he would fly is anyone's guess
But never-ever did he return to the nest
Faith is for the feckless, the simple-minded
The one left behind did chirp and concluded
And with his brother's everlasting exit
In the nest there was room to spread out a bit *
From his girth the nest broke to briar and bits
In the end, the flight would never be for the one left
He fell to the ground with a thump and a squawk
Not even a wing beat, but he did learn to walk
Our lone sparrow bought a fur coat, headed south
Faith, he thought, like being a'laden with louse
He'd been left behind, horribly abandoned
He let his heart freeze over and roomed with the penguins"
* notes abbreviation
Why is there no robbing me of my faith … because it wasn't born through social programming or maintained by believe in myth; I shed most of that before I was out of my teens … captain iconoclast here … or the insistence that I have faith … or else. No, my faith was born when I was. I've always known instinctually that there was more to the world than my five senses could register or that current science could test and prove.
That doesn't mean I'm at war with science … big fan here. As science has progressed it has only served to enrich my belief. It's beginning to explain the why's of the world and to demonstrate through the creation that is calculus and the scientific method our connectedness and levels … dimensions if you will have it ... of our existence. And knowing your place and many roles yin existence keeps your from getting lost.
How Not To Get Lost in the Cosmos
You are not separate from the cosmos
The creator isnot separate from cosmos
You are not separate from the creator
In other words ...
When working your way through the cosmos
Never separate from the group
If you do … take a deep breath, quiet you mind, and listen you only ever thought you were lost
Clear you mind and take in all the beauty around you … ponder the vastness of space and its complexity and power. That the world and the universe exists at all is miracle enough for me.
Bang … something from nothing … now that sounds like myth to me.
Science confirms our connection and at the root we're energy … my own still minds confirms the existence of a universal intelligence. Let me put it to you this way … universal radio waves are always on … but you're not going to hear it over the death metal band that is your own thoughts.
Turn about is fair play and so I'll leave with a couple quotes from my favourite atheist. And for you Cosmos fans … I'd just like to point out … the scientific story told is put it into action by one mystical and mathematically-inclined monk named Bruno. Breathe and love ... hypothesize and disprove … but always leave time to rock and roll.
… You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
… for small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
Human perspective … wouldn't you just love to spread your wings and fly like bird … nothing but the big ole sky and freedom from here to the horizon … I envy birds.
Bird perspective ...
Do ever think a bird looks down
at a child play in the park
And thinks …
I wish I could run like that
I wish I could climb like that
I wish I didn't have to eat rocks …
Walking weasels it's cold up here
Seriously … living on crumbs and sleeping on wire is not the high life
Wow … did you see the buns on that one … I love a chick that talks with her mouth full
If that poem tells you anything … besides the bizarre workings of mind ... is that one can find a reason to envy anyone.
Inner monologues go …
She is so pretty … all the boys must love her
She is so popular … all the girls want to be her friend
He has so much money … he can buy whatever he wants
He has so much free time … he can get full night's sleep
The reverse is true as well. One can find a reason to feel superior to anyone.
She's pretty … but I'm smart and kind … and pretty fades
She just jealous; she's can't get a date
He has so much money … but I'm spiritually enlightened …ohm
He's a lazy, hippy bu'um.
Most of us are very talented at this kind of thing … creating and soothing our own sense of inferiority by attacking what threatens our ego or the more insidious … what we do not want to recognize in out own psyche. Whether we'll admit it or not we become jealous, flightless little birds.
Here's the thing … you all have a creative seed … the ability to build and create. So when you find yourself criticizing or envying someone else … destroying and tearing down ... it is not about them … it is about you. You have lost site of your own potential and have fallen to the fear that there is not enough of whatever you feel you are lacking to go around …usually that means you have fallen to the fear that there's not enough love to go around and you must wrestle it from someone else. You have forgotten that within you there's an endless source of love and happiness, an endless source of creative ability; so much so that your cup runneth over and you have enough to give even to your greatest of rivals … actually at that point you won't have any rivals ... just other co-creators.
Pie in sky … you say … when pigs fly
No Babe … when you do. But I know … I know ... mud pies are very tempting. I've fallen to their temptation a time or two myself; I'll leave you with a poem commemorating such a fall. I wrote this to a fellow poet … whose talent and beauty was just a little too much for me to handle at the time … not to mention the attention she got from a guy a fancied. I know the nerve, right.
A Love Poem
(warning there's barking ahead)
Rock n' roll, you beautiful people. See you next week.
Bitch, a Love Poem and Jealous Little Bird are published in Monsters, Real and Imagined … Monsters is available at the link below.
Descartes has received a lot of judgement from us spiritual folk mainly because he appeared to put rational thought over emotion. We've since come to understand that our emotions link us to our spirit. They tell us when we are moving closer or further from our truer selves that underly the bravado that is our ego.
The dark side … you serve … when your emotions … you fight … says a certain space primate. Yep … Yoda was an alien tarsier; google it.
Descartes was an intellectual but also a deeply spiritual man and his greatest contributions to philosophy and mathematics came to him in meditative contemplation … visions. He may well have been the world's first mathematician, philosopher, Jesuit … hippy. That's right … in stillness and with a clear mind he found greater intelligence. Descartes was also a man from Now. I believe when Descartes claimed I think therefore I am … what he really meant is I am aware of myself and as such I exist and since awareness/thought has no physical form … I too exist beyond the physical form.
Neurons firing are neurons firing; this happens when we think but they did not cause the thought and they are not the thought … anymore than the delivery man is the pizza and you'd better hope … he didn't make the pizza too.
I recently tweeted … no puppet has ever looked back at his strings and asked what are these for … you have agency and you exist. And you do … but you also have strings. Each of us comes into this world with genetic programming. This programming has been passed on and allowed our ancestors to exist long enough to reproduce and eventually to produce you and me. But humans are social animals; so along with the directions in our DNA ... we have ... since birth … learned certain thought patterns and actions that serve competition between an unenlightened individuals and groups … we've learned an ego. It is this interplay of nature and nurture that makes most of us who we are.
Maybe in past lives too … but like I said with regards to reincarnation I will have to get back to you on that and you will be waiting awhile.
I see Ego as a collection of fear-based thoughts that leads us to scramble to make our mark, eliminate the competition, and seal the deal before its too late and we croak. Ultimately ego comes from the fear of death and the fear that there is not enough time and resources to do what you need to … which is to reproduce as much as your DNA as you can in short time that is your life. Ego serves evolution and as such serves creation but it does not serve to make you happy. That is not what it is there for. Despite it sweet nothing whispers and victory cries to the contrary … it offers no happily ever after. Your ego cannot defeat death.
Sports update … death ∞ -; ego 0
But don't worry ... happiness comes with strings attached. Each and everyone of us is connected and as such forms a whole and when we pull against the whole with ego … the strings get taut … our bodies and emotions lets us know. We begin to suffer.
Pain is not suffering. Suffering and pain are linked but suffering requires thought. Pain is an intense pressure … some intense pressures are actually thought as pleasure … for example massage and the burn of a physical workout. It is all about the mindset.
So where does that leave you when you're in a weeping mess or messy rage … you're pulling with ego with all its worth. You're suffering and probably causing other egos to suffer around too. Don't worry you can pull as hard as you like … those strings can stretch to eternity and rest of us couldn't let go if we wanted to. But if you're aware or becoming aware that you're doing this … you are ready to let go of the suffering … the fear.
Do as Descartes … still your thoughts, enrich your mind, and free your soul.
There's no lasting fall as you travel through time, space and eternity. There are too many strings holding you up. So you might as well fly.
Learning to Fly
reach up for meaning
elusive high planes
grasp at an eternity
flight slips through your fingers
gather feathers all the same
Happy soaring, rock and roll stars … see you next week. Love ya:)
Learning to Fly and Descartes Was Not a Mosquito are published in Tattoo, Calling All Soldiers Home and available at the following link … http://goo.gl/1gf0Fc