Friday, 22 May 2015

Zombies Don't Eat Butterflies

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.

Chrysalis Entombed

there is no weeping
at a caterpillar’s wake
chrysalis entombed

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

tethered together
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.

Friday, 15 May 2015

The Ego and Its Naked Ambition

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
An iconoclast
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. 

Friday, 8 May 2015

Desperately Seeking a Good Twig Provider

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

Nothing gambled
Nothing gained
Nothing lost

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.