I find I have things to say and stories to tell. I have music to express and thoughts to share. At what point does someone become wise? Is it arrogant to think what I have to say is worth something, or selfish not to share it? I guess it's not my conclusion to make. Feel free to leave comments.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
The Illusion of the Morning Sky
We look up at the morning sky and it is like a ceiling. It contains us. It feels like Mother Earth is holding us close to her breast. We feel comfortable and safe. Our ancestors were uncertain as to what was on the other side of the sky. At night they saw all kinds of things and struggled to explain it such that it fit with what they saw. Could they ever imagine the truth?
It was easier to imagine some kind of heaven above that “majestical roof”, as Shakespeare called it. “That brave o’re hanging firmament.” “Laden with Golden Fire”. I couldn’t have said it better myself. What is above that ceiling? The Attic? That was the stage upon which the less enlightened ancestors saw it all unfold before them on. I don’t blame them for getting it wrong. They didn’t have the tools, or perhaps the imagination, to find the truth back then. Add to that the politics of religion. To control the unruly masses something very much bigger than themselves had to be held over them. We were one church service away from being barbarians, from the religious leaders point of view. I’m not sure we weren’t. Wouldn’t it be convenient if there was an all powerful mysterious being that controlled our existence after we left this plain of existence? Heaven was his domain. We can’t know his plan. He is the Creator. How did he do it all? Well, let’s make him all powerful. That explains away just about all the loose ends, of which, at the time, there were many.
Not all the loose ends have been more reasonably filled in since then. However, most of the important ones have. I am amazed that I get to live right at this time of profound discovery and enlightenment. Now we are down to just a few big questions. The very very beginning is still a little sketchy, to say the least. What IS at the bottom of a black hole? Is there a bottom, or “the other side”? If we knew that, what else would we then know? What does this new perspective mean to beliefs that are up to 6000 years old? We better figure it out!
Before anybody is allowed to have inviolate beliefs some reality had better be included. Certainly the church has learned its lesson by now! Can we, in good conscience, allow ourselves to be in denial over simple facts? You can have Faith, but wouldn’t your faith be that much stronger if it were actually based in truth? It is hard for me to imagine an argument against this. Is denial some kind of badge of honor to prove your faith? God is not the Wizard of Oz. We are allowed to look behind the curtain, when whoever is back there is not a charlatan. There are many reasons to hide behind a curtain, but very few of them are good reasons. Eventually we grow up enough to be able to handle taking a peek. We develop the means to look. We understand what the curtain is and what it is for. Our sky protects us from the harsh radiation of space, but we have managed to go to the other side of it. There is at least one more curtain we have to get to the other side of.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
How Much Of You Is Mine?
I am scared because I am alone.
Scared because I found you and you are the way I am.
I am scared I might still be alone.
Frightened by the darkness,
And the way that I first found you.
What does it all mean,
And how much of you is mine?
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I don't know why I need you.
It's not just our first meeting.
I needed you before that.
I never thought that it would happen.
You brought things I didn't ask for.
But now that i have taken,
I wonder if I 've lost.
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So now I sit not sure of
The future and its coming.
The Questions wait unanswered.
The road to you is calling.
I scream, but there is silence.
Not even echoes answer.
A sign says that I'm lonely.
It flashes on and off.
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The darkest night, the deepest river
Couldn't keep me if you called me.
I need someone to lean on me.
I want someone to help me.
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The pieces of the puzzle
Fall together when assembled
And they paint a pretty picture,
But the picture makes no sense.
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When you're lonely
Send your mind out
And mine will meet it softly.
We'll be driven into comfort,
I'll drag you down into silk shadows.
For I will never touch you,
It's our minds that will embrace.
If I never feel your lips again
At least I'll feel your thoughts
And see your face.
Touching can be beautiful,
But what we could have is better.
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So I'm scared and I am lonely
And unsure of what is coming
But I'm hopeful for the future
So I'll take what you will give me.
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As I stare into the starlight
And sip slowly at my wine,
There is darkness, there's confusion,
There is beauty and some rythmn,
And I ask myself this question:
How much of you, is mine?
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Universal Dream
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Is Religion Good or Bad?
Thursday, March 26, 2009
Sublety Is Certainly Not Without Influence
I have survived several things in my life that could have killed me. I was given yet another chance at life when I got my kidney/pancreas transplant. I have taken these things as an indication that there is something I should, or at least CAN contribute to the world to make it more Enlightened. I feel that I can put ripples in the pond of the Universe and my influence will be felt either directly or indirectly by many people. In any event subtlety is certainly not without influence. On my homepage I have placed a saying I came up with several years ago in a sort of revelation. AS LIGHT CAN BEND A TREE, SO ENLIGHTENMENT CAN BEND THE WORLD!!! We each seek sustenance from the energies that are out there in the Universe. How we grow and in what direction we grow depends on what is out there to cause us to grow (or bend) in any particular way. If one person puts out good vibes, that's a start. If that person can convince others to do the same thing at the same time, well that is more powerful. The truth of Enlightenment is bright indeed. If we light it up we will bend the world.