Who are others?

 

What is around me?

things and beings making sounds and moving

the air blowing in the wind

the trees the plants, the air and buildings?

all of these things are not my self

but the dance before my conscience and imagination

if I think shallowly they apart from me, if I think

very deeply they are with me

they will always be separate from my mind

but not separate from that which is not of my mind

the vibrations move slow or fast,

there are different rhythms

and the moods and the seasons change

here I ago again, arguing with people, not liking

people, thinking they are foolish

yet I can’t get away from these people

even if I tried

they will

always be with me

 

 

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The Wisdom of Trees

They hear the song blowing in the wind

they do not, write, make music

paint or perform

the trees are silent(maybe they speak to each other)

the squirrels, birds, insects, bacteria and other small animals

make them their home,

their is a belief that the trees are even more sensitive than we

are

we will never know

for we can not speak their leafy language

their branches sway with the wind

they know a pleasant day, and the storms equally

yet they stay put

they are just as alive as the mammals and the insects

they sit there waiting and crying and giving,

giving us oxygen, while we knock them down for paper

these wise old trees.

standing upright and giving life and light,

they got so unnoticed by many of us

yet, you can feel them when you grow more

meditative

Who Am I?

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I am not the body

I am not my fingers

my lungs, toes

eyes, nor breath

there is something else which is going on

the mind growths and decays

along with the body

but something else remains

when you really focus on it

when you really focus on it

everything you have learned disappears

along with your own thoughts

and desires

there is something other than your heart

and your lungs

this thing connects you with the whole

and is equal to bugs and insects and trees

I am a mortal man, and think of those

who are no longer here in the body, the dead

they are some where

just not in front of me, cant be perceived through the senses

but this, I can feel, just as a tree

lives,

I am nowhere near as profound

as Ramana Maharshi

But the I is not me

it is our world

and your ego, is not you

at all

Love

 

One should make one’s love a big a possible.  Many problems come from making your love small.  When I say love, I should say goal or something that we strive for which is worth while.   And Love is certainly worthwhile. A love, which as big as existence itself, therefore will be hurt less by the stings of misfortune.  I think of a bee stinging a large body of a bear. Surely the sting could not hurt as much or as bad, as something being stung which way smaller. But when we attached ourselves to a single goal.  Things can go simply wrong, and we our left devastated.   Mere puzzle pieces on the ground.   People say that the world is filled with broken people.  They are often broken because of the Goal.  I say be goal less.  Or to be the goal.  Once you are the goal.  You will stop thriving and be.   And isn’t that the end of any striving or goal.  To just be.   The end, which is complete in itself.  Isn’t that what Osho means when he says,  “make your love so huge that it becomes love in itself.”   Love without suffering, heartache, thriving, and jealousy and confusion.   The love that is harmony not, opposing the mystery.

 

 

 

The Sun Was Nice Though

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As I read my Facebook feed,

I read about a kid having a heroin overdose death (early twenties)

a friend of mine’s brother shot to death on the street by an officer of the law (early twenties)

more Donald Trump news

Ugggh

and life feels like a bad action movie or GTA,

straight murder and dope,

blood on all of our palms

but it goes on

for some, today is a nice day

85 degrees and a cool breeze blowing

I can not silence my mind though,

while driving around in it

thinking, and worrying about some future time

plans plans plans

escape escape escape,

coding, bank account, a side hustle

and I hope my car don’t breakdown

I should enjoy this day in the moment

with the sun shining on everything

like nothing bad ever happened to anyone

the sun hitting the trees with that cool breeze

as i think i could care less about this romantic shit

I’m not one with nature

I could probably live in space in a climate controlled environment

of course

but the sun was nice out today

even with the other drivers terrifying

me with the cars and them driving those terrible things

I’ll Sit here and Be

 

I’ll sit here and be stupid

let all stuffing drop out of my head

all learning, cleverness, deceit

I shall stand here naked before you and afraid

I fear fear fear

I admit this, I am rarely brave

I must admit this because I am stupid

as surely as one who stands naked before you

and don’t know that is illegal in public!!

but I read about cleverness and hear cleverness all day

and that makes me despise cleverness

and I want to be as stupid as a fly

which I am

I don’t know how to earn a living

too tired to hustle

to unbelievable to preach

to fool the world and make money

i don’t know how to network or keep up

with people.

and you will fail in every way like that

So I stand before you stupid and naked

and with fear

but wait, no one is watching me though

they are on their phone.

so I can stupid without consequence

ya see

and I kinda like that or maybe

I  don’t so much

but I’m stupid and have no memory

please forgive me

say your name, and I just might forget it

quickly.  I do not know what do with myself

I walk the path of a forgotten sun

yet stand here naked and a fool for you

the gamble

to live for today or tomorrow

to live for the weekend

or a holiday or vacation,

forget today, because there will be

many more tomorrows

this is how a lot of people live

“delayed gratification”

not saying it’s wrong or right

it’s just there and is taught

and I think of a fool and wise man

the stereotype of a fool being reckless and spending

and the wise man, saving while waiting for an imagined future

it don’t work, it don’t work or may work

but no one knows what tomorrow will bring

so some of us try to live as best we can

with these dice and cards of life