a societal façade to please the outside
no true emotion
seeking pleasure from others
getting sucked dry by leeches
accommodating others' moods
acting according to how they act
striving to please them
finding little comfort in them
totally free in solitude
maximum expression
cortisol nonexistent
consistently complacent
robotics man had never used a quill before
He begged for an old-fashioned ink well
We were accommodating, because he is our guest
his calligraphy made experts cry
he did this well
like he did everything
There’s no doubt about it, no escaping it;
Living in the material world.
Yet mind and body end up at odds about it,
What it is, what it requires, what it has to offer.
It’s a work in progress
For us all.
Work that doesn’t appear to have an end in sight.
But also work in a world
That appears to have it’s own path forward
Despite what we want and say and do.
Thus our own mind and body
Sometimes being at odds,
And of course in and with
The larger world of others
Who are each at odds within,
And without themselves…
But the material world for all its limitations
Is certainly accommodating,
Generous to the extreme
Tempting with potential fulfillment,
But always within limits.
This is how you train a soul after all.
You give them just enough
To meet their individual need
And require of them just a little bit more,
Continuously.
Always off balance, a little out of sorts,
They then are compelled to keep falling forward
And so eventually learn to walk.
The longest journey may begin
With a single step
But all that requires something
To stand upon,
At least with the illusion
Of solidity.
(10/15/25)
busy folk walking
its in hospital I lie
I hear staff talking
softly accommodating
spend my last moments waiting
give a man my heart
when his own stops and wont start
better way to live
this is what I want to give
take cells blood every last part
truth everyone dies
she cant see- give her my eyes
donation is wise
take vocal chords to help chat
brain just for a democrat
It had been so long since I’d felt loved and wanted.
Then I met John. We basked in our late-in-life romance.
Gone was the loneliness that had left me feeling haunted.
Our relationship proved I had been wise to take a chance.
Though somewhat set in our ways, we adjusted well,
each accommodating the other. He often mentioned how much
we were alike. We had no serious disagreements. I fell
more deeply in love with him, daily craving his touch.
A year after we met, he proposed. Of course, I said, “YES!”
We retirees in the autumn of life would be together forever
enjoying each other and family, traveling. No stress---
Then came the devastating blow. Forever became never.
He called on Christmas Day, of all times, to say he’d changed his mind.
This man who’d often mentioned how alike we were declared
that we were too different. He made no effort to be kind,
to let me down gently. I doubt he ever loved me—or even cared.
He's been a casket full of bones for for six or seven years.
When I learned of his demise, I deeply sighed but shed no tears.
Many fathers have been endowed with good traits.
They help to build strong families and communities.
I have considered ten attributes worthy of note,
taken from the Biblical story of the prodigal son.
1. Good fathers are understanding
2. Good fathers are accommodating
3. Good fathers are not controlling
4. Good farmers overflow with wisdom
5. Good fathers have hearts that are
always prepared for reconciliation
6. Good fathers choose battles that win wars
7. Good fathers are not afraid of family opposition
8. Good fathers do not frustrate but celebrate and
embrace all of their children
9. Good fathers are great listeners
10.Good fathers are not combative or
confrontative.
052025cj
Admirable
Tough
Lots of energy
Abrasive
Sunset
Trusting
Hardworking
Original
Mature-ish
Accommodating
Sociable
Balanced
Ultimate edition
Candid
Healthy
Abundant
Non-nonchalant
Agile
Neighborly
(“Original Mind”, 2017, original mixed media encaustic)
Tathagata and the Paradox of Being
There is no death in samsara
Unless you are in samsara…
Mind is free and always has been
free to bind and enslaved itself
Perhaps first in play or accident
But then eventually in habit.
Mind is like the sky
Open and accommodating
And ultimately unhindered or blemished
In any way by obscuring clouds.
Reality on the ground however,
Is a whole nother story,
The way every region on Earth
With its different climates and peoples
Is in fact completely and qualitatively different!
The range of suffering in samsara
Is infinite and individual.
The range of what is beyond suffering
Is the opposite; uniform and universal.
(11/29/24)
Today,
nothing seems out of place.
The river is at ease between
its banks, those four swans
are meant to be there,
suddenly emerging
from the shadows beneath
the bridge and into a bright
arena of sunlight.
And along the path,
an old, bone worn retriever
is taking its honored place
in the morning, waddling
slowly on a slack, patient lead,
unhurried in the hands
of someone who loves her.
Assembled too in their given
places, a row of peppercorn trees,
a children's playground
and the big, rusty barrel
of a naval gun pointing out
over the bay as it has done
for a hundred years
primed with peace,
and my shadow finding
its usual place to rest,
the ground accommodating
that familiar shape as it does
to a friend. There are times
when nothing seems
out of place and it would be
easy to believe.
Clint's an iffy fellow, tis prestige vs the ordinaire, my dear plain Jane--hmm, partially accommodating.
Methinks you're a drop-off, my dear, picture a car dropping you off curbside while he goes looking for a fictitious parking space, but a gentleman he is uses the factual context of the 11th hour--OPS you to HAIL me.
I gather Mr. Eastwood was gifted said ticket, ... that I am guessing you so happened to be in pysical possession.
How did you know that? That would pleasure him of not being a CAD!
I forgot that you're like some madda carrie.
Mother who? You mean that Mother Teresa (rising popularity 1979).
No, that German one.
A German Mother Teresa? Was she young Adolph's school teacher.
Oh forget it! [LATER: she reveals "Mata Hari']"
Did he you call you and tell you, or are you playing Holmes?
Doc--tor 'tis Clint's gift?
Yes, but-- ... --wait ... it must be somebody of importance ... yes, but who?
Hehehe! It would be very rich for me, if I saw a glimpse of your face at this relevant juncture-------was I your suggested choice?
... Yes, Oh my? You're scary!
Non- living world to hold hidden consciousness.
Under some favourable circumstances
asd suitable environ, life originated from non- living sources.
Started journey
through unicellular to multi -cellular organism
accommodating plant kingdom
and entering into animal world.
Process of evolution went on billions of years
very slowly and still going on under gradual refinement.
Realisation sprouting from intangible intuition
twined with cognitive impulsion
igniting dormant consciousness.
Conflagrating confluence of confusion
leading to path of enlightenment
breaking contour of ignorance
converging to consciousness.
Consciousness is capability of analytic judgement
overpowering 'selfishness, greed, malice
Strong sense of right and wrong,
confidence to count on justice.
supporting sanity and humanity.
Continuous evolution of consciousness running
excelling and refining to reach summit,
merging to supreme power.
My mom takes me.
Therapists are very accommodating.
I talk with rhymes.
Waiting on slimes.
She walked through the door.
It started to pour.
She hands me a notebook thank you.
Therapists hate me.
But they collect a fee.
In the waiting room.
Connections of doom.
22 seconds later, I’m done.
I was writing, I wasn’t moving my lips at all.
She’s smiling, I’m sure of it.
She smiles me through the door.
My mom picks me up on Mondays.
She knows the way home.
She knows.
She quenches our thirst, cleanses our bodies and soothes our soul.
She nurtures our crops so that we may sleep with full bellies.
Ever accommodating, she gracefully manoeuvres herself to fill all empty spaces.
Nimbly seeping through gaps, there can be no secrets when she is around.
But keep tamed your arrogance for her calming humility should not be mistaken for frailty.
Ferocious is her might and steady is her will.
She will rain down on you from the heavens to remind you of her glory.
She is the elixir of life.
She is water.
There once was a chef very snobby
Who made sushi at home as a hobby
Horseradish was great
But did not please his date
So with sharkskin he grated wasabi
He is my BOMBOM;
My lovely boy with a heart of gold;
Ever cheerful and down to earth.
He is my lovely Boy, through thick and thin.
Ever caring and always supportive.
He is my lovely Boy,
in whom I'm well pleased;
Brilliant, intelligent, yet always unassuming.
He is my lovely Boy,
My Pride and my Friend;
Sometimes restive,
But always obedient and accommodating.
He is my lovely Boy
With so much of my virtue and weakness in him;
Reaches out to even beyond known boundaries.
CHUKWUKA, my PRINCE and my Son,
On this occasion of your Birthday, what can I say other than wishing you an endless season of all round bliss.
May the good Lord continue to uphold and sustain you in His stupendous love and wisdom. Amen.
Congratulations, my dear Son.
_B.C ABANA
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