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“…the peace that transcendeth all understanding…”
the bible

Stop and think for a moment, what do all of us desire most?
“…peace of mind…”
All other needs are like a pyrrhic victory, sans a settled mind,
Most of us spend volumes of hours tinkering uselessly with thoughts of how to please others, and or following some guru’s advice on how to live our lives, what to think, what to say, what to do…,
Like weary wayfarers we seek peace of mind through countless external avenues,
Only to realize at death’s door that we should have looked inside,
Thus, we exit with only a few moments of bliss weighed against a lifetime litany of piss…

The path to bliss?
You’re kidding right, how should I know?
One suggestion I will allow myself though,
I invite you to consider that it is as different and as individual as our fingerprints are, unique to you…,
Some may find it through one of the many spiritual disciplines or a personal mutation thereof,
Some may find it as a porn star,
Some may find it as a nun,
Some may find it in some form of meditation,
Some may find it as a rapper,
Some may find it as a man/woman of peace,
Some may find it as a warrior,
Some may find it in money,
Some may find it in poverty,
Whatever way you take, I invite you to consider that unless its yours, you may walk it in vain…

May we all find our way…

Truth does not need dressing up
In glamour and shiny gloss
With razzle-dazzle, bright lights
Served dipped in fragrant sauce

Truth is simple, plain, and direct
Naked, complete and raw
Cuts through all the bull-shit
Like a diamond-bladed saw.

It’s guidance dwells in silence.

Why does it feel like the earth is a’ bloating
A planet inflating by a bubble of poison gas
Just look around see the sickly refuse floating
All around covering seas with human frass
Stand on a mountain stained with a coating
Painted by swirling clouds of acid rain pass
Wealthy oil baron’s crude and sleazy gloating
Pumping and burning ancient life they trespass
All across the land and sea we’re demoting
The life where all common creatures amass
Is there any profit in life worth promoting?

“Only play makes the man whole and unfolds both sides of his nature at
once. Man only plays when he is in the fullest sense of the word a human
being, and he is only a human being when he plays.”
German philosopher Frederick Schiller


as a holistic healer, i constantly have to think of ways to improve our health,
play, is, by far, one of the best modalities i have discovered,
why?
it is its own reward and its motives are pure,
to play...

.
let's ponder this for a moment,
play has inherent value, no one needs to evaluate it and give it worth,
in contrast, most other activities develop a value after their completion,
but with play, one enjoys it while one is engaged in it,
how more holistic can it get?


someone once called life “the game of the gods.”,
the ancient greeks were good at play,
Hermes was noted for his pranks,
amongst the indigenous tribes that live in North and Central America, the coyote represents the prankster who apparently acts purely for its own animal benefit,
at least one writer depicts him as 'the non-chalant-genital-scratcher', no matter whose company he's in,
{personally, i would draw the line there, but, hey, who knows, anyone with experience let us know...???}
all ancient primitive tribes ended most days with a dance and song around the evening fire after their meal,
folks, history shows us that there were very few psychopaths if any, in those fun-loving ancient tribes...

if we hearken back on our lives, many of us will agree that many of the happiest times of our lives were when we were at play,
does it not behoove us therefore to see more of life as play?
imagine if we began board-meetings with a song and dance,
man, that would loosen some tight asses, i bet,
imagine how much more effective teaching would be if some fun/play was introduced in the mind-numbing classes of schools across the globe,
And yes, making love, is definitely play...,
why, none less than Marianne Williamson said in one of her books, that we would eradicate crime overnight if everyone[adult, please!]got laid every night,

play, anyone...

One meter for two spaces
quarters inserted into slot, yet
no time gained upon the clock.

Arrows pointing left and right
delayed awareness came,
Coins offered for whose gain?

Meter’s memory held, though
button pushed out of turn
credit given for payment made.

Contemplating how many coins needed
to exactly cover appointment’s span
avoid ticketing was clear demand.

Abruptly, thoughts changed to wonder
why so much energy expended
on how many coins hand extended.

Maximum-time coins were given
gift to fellow traveler or town
small gesture to humanity bound.

At departure, another approaches
those extra coins entered
allows weary traveler to save.

Arrival finds gift of time
and contemplates
how a smile is made.

Driving back toward home
marveling, how clear things are
when pockets are full.

gold hidden in the rugged earth
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parch and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and yet the world lay witness
and mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight

your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't

the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?

perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
in this quest...buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.

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Do we pass by
like strangers
within a field
that could connect us
where empathy
still trys
to touch the blind
where common sense
hangs by a thread
on a damaged bridge
that spans the cracks
between us

It is
when we allow
the broken voices
that whisper
inside our head
to grow twisted roots
under our thin skin
of common sense
that slowly strangles
our sense of pride
of being
what we try to hide
forever chained
behind a mask
where our tears reflect
our childrens pain
for not being
what we claim

She emailed me out of the blue,
And claimed to look for love so true.
I was suspicious but I thought,
I'd play along, see what it brought.

I sent to her my alias,
Old throw-away email address.
We chatted for a little while,
I then saw through and had to smile.

Her profile said she's from the states,
Though this, in fact, was not the case.
While her page said California,
She's somewhere deep in Africa.

I've blocked her now from my I.M.,
The scammers, I've no time for them.
For ones like this there's no excuse,
Profile deleted for abuse!

Engineers of our despair
The common man,
They don't care
Joe the Plumber
Couldn't be dumber
Than to listen
To useless media chatter,
While rich bankers
Just get fatter.
Rich, they are,
And avaricious
Cannibals who think
Pain is delicious.
Self-serving and
Amoral pricks,
I can take
All your licks.
Fat and decadent
You have become,
I hear the boom of
The barbaric drum
What doesn't kill
Me makes me stronger.
You can kill me,
But you cant
Win any longer.
I will outlast you,
Night follows day
The Fall of Empire
Is on it's way.