Archive | Observations

Truisms. . . .

The heart will determine what the head sees and put into the eyes the meaning of it all.

*****

Time is not of the essence, but quality of thinking is.  For the thought was already a thing in process before the action cemented it.

*****

By their actions you shall know them.   By their actions you will see the fruits of their days.  And by our action, the heavens know the thought processes involved.

*****

Some prayers are answered and some are not.  The final question should be, why not mine?

*****

To change even one behavior pattern will demand that all behavior patterns be changed.  And many are not equal to the work.

*****

It would also say that there was a deficiency in behavior and the need to say I was wrong.  And with advancing years can we wipe out a life while still living?

*****

Heaven is an earned order and until one approaches the place where admission is qualified,  one cannot enter.  The homework first has to be done and the mind alerted.

*****

Work has taken on an onerous meaning.  Play has taken on a sensual meaning.  Neither are correct.  Neither give full sway to the correct and apt meanings.

*****

A creative shining spirit is fun to watch.  It is one, on whom the heavens bank their monies.

*****

It is far easier to prolong a situation waiting for it to work itself out.  Confrontation is not for everyone.  Especially when history has shown  the one on whom the  workload will fall.

******

Sometimes the need to be wanted is only bested by the want to be wanted.

*****

Kindness is never out of date nor is it old fashioned.

0

Life’s Observations. . . .vast. . . .

 

 

Life’s Observations . . .

Sometimes one tires of treading lightly on psyches with cushioned feet.  Perhaps there are times    to wear what once were called old army boots.

*****

Power comes to those who are able to bow down the strong.  And it happens at every level.  When knowledge becomes the tool, then it is apparent where the weapons of war are used.  It is called manipulation.

*****

Let others tend their own gardens.  They planted the seeds and now are unhappy with the fruits??   Poor babies. . . .

*****

We all find eventually that every day is a day of generous offer.  Need to say that again???

*****

Keep this thought in mind when complaints lace your language ad infinitum.  Ad nauseum.  There are lives lived beneath the furry evidential of every day life.  That there are memories of past lifetimes, of lifetimes still in the process of completion.  This is what is meant by the quantum theory that  All Time Is Simultaneous. Just an example of the past is still happening.

*****

Our narrow focus keeps us zeroed in on what is our reality.  And makes the lessons easier to learn.  Best we get on with what is ours to do today before tomorrow’s needs make the burden heavier.  Your language then might curl hair if heard.

*****

Words lacerate.  A bite that breaks the skin by either a child or puppy requires a tetanus shot.  It is too bad there is no tetanus shot for words that break hearts.  An I’m sorry is not enough.  Just doesn’t cut it.

*****

A change in values is the most difficult change to make.  Change directed at a value system, injecting it with heart is the only change that makes the difference.  A value system is how a life directs itself.

0

Upon Entry. . . a warm fire. . .

So much weather and all else happening that it is time for a light repast.  It is time for a warm fire and a hot something with a bit of spice.  It would be looked upon favorably.  It is time for the head to rest and the body to recline.  But only for a time.  And then again we pick up the cudgel to make a new path.  For that is our destiny.  And we revel in it.  With a large ahhhhMennn!

 

 

 

 

 

Upon Entry

Upon entry, we shed
the mufflers and the gloves,
the vests and boots,
ready as any warrior to fight the cold.

The hot tea is
a choice companion for us,
as we sit and warm ourselves
before the fire.

A promised relief
we find in each other,
as we no longer find the joy
in battling winter’s discontent.

We know our blood thins
and our patience ebbs
since we do not run and jump
with glee as snow inches up.

We remember though
this once held joy in things
not common to advancing age.
A straight shot of something

would not be unwelcome in the cup of hot tea.

0

Kindergarten. . .

To Play the Child. . .

For whatever is not made peace with, will piece the person.  It will break them into a million parts, never knowing it can be peaced, nor seeing how they contribute to it all, will leave the adult body still playing the child.

When one operates from a child’s reference point, one does not see one’s contribution to a problem.  And there is nothing within a closed memory that would make us accept responsibility if we are not equal.  It is a mess but how truly remarkable for the protection of the individual .

But how god-awful for those around.

 

 

Kindergarten. . . .

It is kindergarten
this place of play that tells us
that we are just boys
and girls and everyone
wants us to be happy.

And we vow again
like the tinker bell that
we play the girl at heart
and like the peter pan
we will not grow up.

And we are adored
to be just as we are.
Never growing up to do
those things of pain we see.
Never growing up
because to grow up means
to grow old and hurts not only bodies
but feelings we drown in.
There is no one to save us so
to grow old means we die.

We all know that song, don’t we?
There is no fun like ours
when we stay young to play
with the wind in our hair and
someone pushing the swings higher and higher.

Nothing is expected then, is there?
Everyday is a day to play.
And if we are lucky we will die
in our sleep and never have to think.

Where is the fault in that?

0

The Bread Knows. . . .

Some days. . .

are a wipe out.  Only to do what one can.  The Rabbi Teacher asked only one thing.  ‘Feed the children.’  Sometimes the simplest command is shrouded by a complex system of thought.  Think so?

The Bread Knows the Feel of my Hands. . .

I know the dust of the flower
as the bees skin the petals
and suck the juices off their spines. . .

I know the touch of your hand
on the shoulder of my tunic
as I bend to kiss
the child of our union. . .

And know, however much I know,
the feel of the heart
beating against mine and know
to whom it belongs. . .

I knead with no passion
but stir lovingly into
a loaf of wonder. . .
crisp to the knife blade
it will be as it slices. . .

It is with love
I fold the dough onto itself
and it melds selflessly
into a loaf. . .

knowing all the while
the touch of my hand
with love caters
to our natural heritage. . .

both of us part of All That Is, life itself.

0

Skimming the Ethers. . .

 

Mother to child with expanding knowledge. . . ‘I don’t care in what lifetime you were Pope but in this life you clean up your own messes.. !  Now!!!

*****

We clean our own doorstep before the children go out so that they do not step into the muck and mire we neglected to take care of.

*****

You cannot walk with your eyes on the horizon when there is so little good housekeeping in evidence.

*****

Make certain our yard is clean before we take the position of giving direction to our neighbors how to clean up theirs.

*****

There are no cavities as large as the one man digs for himself.

*****

Desirable behavior is behavior that will have no ill effect on the young who look hungrily for role models.

*****

You cannot fix much when no one has the courage or the intelligence to identify what is broken.

*****

We must teach our young that when we see good to do we must do it because this chance will be lost forever for us in these particular circumstances and who we are.  It will be our loss.

*****

And to argue what is good is to beg the question and give the recalcitrant time for argument.  They are sophisticated and well versed in their reasons.  Good requires work. Of course.

*****

Heaven is not the font of wisdom and makes many errors.  Proof is the world we inhabit.

*****

Alone till the night comes to bind us and the day delivers us to each other.

 

photo by Joe Hallissey Sr.
Monastery in Gurnee, Il.

0

Gleanings. . .

Reason will convince in its own time.  Violence never does.

*****

Reason will convince doubly with example.

******

Life is purposeful, though not entirely reasonable.  There is no more reason above man than there is where he is.

*****

 

All of Earth is a demonstration in belief systems. This is the place where diverse belief systems can coexist with freedom and life can go on within the system one chooses.  This is assuming man realizes where his freedom ends and an other’s begins.

*****

Man must come to terms with the fact that there are many systems with validity.

*****

Principles do not work by magic.  They must be understood and applied where you are and then you take them with you wherever you go.

*****

We can say that the outer reflection is what is evident to the internal house.

*****

The philosophy one chooses must be applicable where one is.  It must be understood.  Only by swimming in it does one understand the shape of the tide and the temperature of the water.

*****

The moment we say ‘who am I to know?’ we are not worth the knowledge.

0

What The World Needs. . . .

The Tender Embrace. . .

 

We all speak from memory.  Whether it is ours or not, it makes little difference.  For within us it is so that the one time speaks for all time.  And everything else is a variation on a theme.  I could not know how deep the emotion which evoked the tears.  Enough said that at one time in a history it happened and given a glimpse this photo brought forth another ocean.

The words were a Given.  From this point in time, the meaning is such that it brings hope.  For what I don’t really know but that they make a difference is one.  It is a Christmas gift to all with what the heart of Jon Katz caught with his camera.  Eloquent.

We Need Not Speak. . .

We need not speak.
Centuries ago we passed
from realms noted for words.

We now simply look
toward the Other and know
by obvious signs what the Other seeks.

It is a far cry
from the world of words where
the simple I  love you spoke
what reams of paper
could not properly say.

It was a love letter that united
planets of thought
that we searched.
I will miss these words

spoken from lips pressed
to my ear only to have
the world know
by the tender embrace                                                                                                                        

that the words were meant only for my heart.

 

2

The Sexual Revolution. . .

The Sexual Revolution . . .

With all that is coming out and many falling from grace,  I want to add some thought to what is happening.  After a lifetime of building a philosophy because I felt bereft from birth without one, I have studied on a daily basis and have come to some conclusions.  They may not sit at all with some,  but I want to add some things to consider.

Out of  experience with memory has come the fact that we are more than who we represent.  I think, as my poetry says,  that bleed through is memory.  This bleed through of people that I write about are portions of who I am,  in different areas as real as I am,  or not.  Perhaps as I have written,  they are more real,  and I, the illusion, in this particular reality we say is stable.

If all time is simultaneous, as quantum theory suggests,  and I know is, since I have walked with a foot in another world all my life, then we contribute in ways unimaginable to the  continuity of cultures that we cannot altogether understand.  My ability to use power tools when I was into woodworking, my ability to work physically hard at work that threw an able bodied man into bed,  my ability to understand the so called legacies of males, like construction,  have given many pause and questioned my female sexuality.  Not the least is my feminine desire for male appreciation.  But I do not discount my very real description as being harvest for the flies in the sun beaten sand as I walk the camel.

I see myself incarnating both as female and male in lifetimes either simultaneous or linear.  Have I been as open and transparent as I have been in this lifetime as a female when I paraded my sexuality as a male?  Did I overstep and take advantage of those when I held the power of their intent in my hands?  I wonder how much I contributed as a male in society and maybe much but denigrated to a nothing by the sorrow and hurt I caused in order to build a self esteem that was wobbly.

Only if you have wondered the source of your being and place in life can you see how vulnerable mankind is when wearing the costume of choice in a life of perhaps not choice but chance.  Has the problem been all male?  I know the diminishment of being a female.  I am 86 years old so I am not new to the gender.  I recognize the soft self esteem of many males throughout my life and coming from a lifetime of 12 males,  2 fathers, 6 brothers, a husband and 3 sons,  I think I know them quite well.  It took only me to know my gender.  In fact the psychiatrists agreed many times that I did more analyzing than patients on the couch.

So in fairness, because until the veil is ripped away and I know myself truly as who I am, I have to acknowledge that through Earth’s life, and the beginning of time, I walked and talked and set to dreaming, and took advantage trying to assuage the tearing away from my Source.  And I am sorry, but  if mushrooms and daffodils both get many chances to perfect life’s dream,  I don’t think one lifetime does it for any man or woman.  We come back time and again trying to get it right.  We make our mistakes and unless the boot is lifted from the neck of evolution, do we get to move forward.

History has shown how man has gone off to hunt, to war, to spar with the forces of nature since time immemorial.  He has kissed his wife goodbye and patted his children on the head to be good and gone off happily too many times for adventures to escape the boring drama of domesticity.  Women have known this from the beginning of time and they assessed the work left to them as they were left to parent the sons as well as the daughters.  The shot of adrenalin to the male bodies as they drove swords into one another since their beginning  was the aphrodisiac to their lives.  As civilized men they abhor these seizures and that is what they are.  And vow to do better and raise sons of civility.  But violence and wars are still on too many agendas.

We are in the midst of cultural change.  It is time and women’s lamentations have risen cosmically high enough to warrant action.  It has taken a long time since Betty Friedan shouted No, never again!

But hurt and sorrow should take us all to the classroom again.  To the classroom to heal ourselves, both men and women  and to learn how to raise sons and daughters with self respect intact.  We need to find out who first told us we were no good.  And why we believed it.  The boot has been lifted from the neck of evolution.  We hope to see progress again.

3

Peace Of Mind. . . .

We persist in thinking we might make a difference because we don’t know when we might make a difference.

*****
When illusions are unmasked, coping mechanisms prove unable.

*****
Death is a triumph.  The tragedy would be had we never been.

*****
A cynic is someone on the threshold of understanding.

*****
Man’s God is a ‘controlled substance.’

*****
Man is a prime example of ‘substance abuse.’

*****
An image is a reflection of an idea.

*****
All worlds are reflections of ideas in various stages of completion.

*****
Love underwrites the hope always.  It has to be the basis for all of life.

*****
We. . . are always safe.

*****
Sometimes the body goes out of control and aches.  It is an ache with a memory.

*****
If you are not gun shy after being shot,  then you don’t understand the purpose of a gun.

*****
Within is the treasure and without the within,  there is no without

0

Powered by WordPress. Designed by WooThemes