Sarcastic monasticism.The religiosity of the outrageously perfect, the source of enlightenment, pinnacle of perfection in human form. The best way, the straight line toward home,heaven's only legitimate heir. This is not Jesus we are discussing here but the rear who cheers on their own ears by confirming of the obvious. Right, of course they are. And now here it is again,point well taken,just as was assumed. Then on to exhuming another body,soul or spirit to probe with the microscope and tweezers.
We wees and sigh, approaching reproach and contempt. We fry in the hot oil of spoiled attempts that never get it quite right ,say it correctly. We the barbaric are pardoned out of the goodness of ...
Love is the only place of deliverance, the safe haven. Try as we might, we'll never be what it is that the critical are looking for. It is never enough for them as they look into their mirror, they will not be satisfied there either.
Our only option is to return to the innocence of childhood when naivete was the kiss on our senselessness. The time when we were not suffered with but celebrated for the curious,daring and venerable creatures-children we were(should have stayed,never should have stopped being).
Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind.
But they do matter.This is no child left behind in its purest form.The first shall be last and the last shall be first.Patience everyone, with them and yourselves.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Monday, August 16, 2010
When heat rises from the earth
When heat rises from the earth.
I think that we are responsible for the heat that rises from the earth. How else (o.k. there are other explanations) can you explain away the fact that the sun stays relatively the same distance from us, yet we have blistering hot days and cold cloudy days (even within the same week)… I think that we do this to ourselves. And even with all that we know about stress being a killer, we intentionally stress ourselves out. I think we imagine that we are Jack Bauer who is always stressed out and looks physically uncomfortable most of the time unless they add a little makeup to his cheeks so he can appear exciting to the next beautiful woman that he is employed to kiss passionately.
Maybe we think that stress brings relevance to our otherwise humdrum lives. So daily as individual stress generators we bring heat to the earth. We are the green house effect. We are producing the carbon monoxide that pollutes our air, we are the methane. Our stress is actuated as gas in our atmosphere. We are the big farts doing this harm to ourselves. Forget the cows on a thousand hills, its us folks…GMC, Ford Motor Company, Toyota, and the like, we apologize. We are the enemy. It’s all about us.
I think that we are responsible for the heat that rises from the earth. How else (o.k. there are other explanations) can you explain away the fact that the sun stays relatively the same distance from us, yet we have blistering hot days and cold cloudy days (even within the same week)… I think that we do this to ourselves. And even with all that we know about stress being a killer, we intentionally stress ourselves out. I think we imagine that we are Jack Bauer who is always stressed out and looks physically uncomfortable most of the time unless they add a little makeup to his cheeks so he can appear exciting to the next beautiful woman that he is employed to kiss passionately.
Maybe we think that stress brings relevance to our otherwise humdrum lives. So daily as individual stress generators we bring heat to the earth. We are the green house effect. We are producing the carbon monoxide that pollutes our air, we are the methane. Our stress is actuated as gas in our atmosphere. We are the big farts doing this harm to ourselves. Forget the cows on a thousand hills, its us folks…GMC, Ford Motor Company, Toyota, and the like, we apologize. We are the enemy. It’s all about us.
15 Minutes
This is 15 minutes.
Fifteen minutes is a long time when it comes to breathing or heart pounding. When we struggle with either, 15 minutes can seem like and eternity. But with words on a blank page, now that is decidedly different. The blank page represents opportunity, and oppression all at the same time.
Now on to oppression.
There was once a very oppressive place. It was situated between Stress and Anger streets. Its only positive attribute was that every so often, some one would come along and because of the frivolous nature of Oppression; that overtly exaggerated expression of childish power mongering coupled with aggressive pouting, that some light hearted soul would find it quite difficult not to laugh. Now, if you laugh at Oppression or Stress or Anger for that matter, your libel to get socked right in the nostrils. But if your strong or beautiful, have gentle eyes, a pretty smile or are sincere, you could simply be ignored. Being ignored is not so horrible. As a matter of fact, being ignored is something that occurs to the best of us every second.
We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses. When was the last time that you said, ’Hello’ or ‘Whatcha doin?’..,to any of them or all collectively? How do you know that you wouldn’t get an answer???? What do you think ‘They’ do all day? Are they of one mind, or is each on a mission to collect data, watching us as we get stressed or angry or oppressed or oppress or laugh. Maybe they are constantly swinging the rope of peaceful satisfaction. Theirs is a train of good and pure thoughts. Maybe they cheer us on; maybe they are loud but are drowned out by our stress, oppression or anger.
How can we better hear that which is perfect and ready to serve all around us? Laugh. Laugh. Laugh… and listen. Don’t worry if you forget to, they’ll still be here…
Fifteen minutes is a long time when it comes to breathing or heart pounding. When we struggle with either, 15 minutes can seem like and eternity. But with words on a blank page, now that is decidedly different. The blank page represents opportunity, and oppression all at the same time.
Now on to oppression.
There was once a very oppressive place. It was situated between Stress and Anger streets. Its only positive attribute was that every so often, some one would come along and because of the frivolous nature of Oppression; that overtly exaggerated expression of childish power mongering coupled with aggressive pouting, that some light hearted soul would find it quite difficult not to laugh. Now, if you laugh at Oppression or Stress or Anger for that matter, your libel to get socked right in the nostrils. But if your strong or beautiful, have gentle eyes, a pretty smile or are sincere, you could simply be ignored. Being ignored is not so horrible. As a matter of fact, being ignored is something that occurs to the best of us every second.
We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses. When was the last time that you said, ’Hello’ or ‘Whatcha doin?’..,to any of them or all collectively? How do you know that you wouldn’t get an answer???? What do you think ‘They’ do all day? Are they of one mind, or is each on a mission to collect data, watching us as we get stressed or angry or oppressed or oppress or laugh. Maybe they are constantly swinging the rope of peaceful satisfaction. Theirs is a train of good and pure thoughts. Maybe they cheer us on; maybe they are loud but are drowned out by our stress, oppression or anger.
How can we better hear that which is perfect and ready to serve all around us? Laugh. Laugh. Laugh… and listen. Don’t worry if you forget to, they’ll still be here…
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)