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If there is a god and how is it possible, there is not,
then he would be right here
sitting next to me on this bench.
He would already know and see
the peace and tranquility
lying in the midst of the yard’s activity
as it is set aside from the world around.
These wooden fences
high and stiff
close in this safe escape
from the turmoiled anxiety beyond the gate.
He would rest momentarily
recalling to me the story of the first garden
with all its possibilities,
now lost.
The trees would bow in the wind
sweeping a grand display of thank yous
in gratitude to the wonders
of his magnificent design.
The waters would flow clear and untainted
singing praise to its Creator
who gave life to all around
the birds, the fish, creatures and humankind.
Then, when he was satisfied and refreshed
with the beauty, hope and love that thrives
He’d move on
to other tasks.
Sit-upons that we wove together.
The troop activity. How many spots
will remember me?
The wicker basket and picnic blanket
woven into the amphitheatre. We,
my hubby and I,
cozied up, listened to Amy Grant.
My towel, with the Caribbean islands,
sinking in the warm sand, waiting
for my salt-sea body to rest.
My familiar easy chair,
the grandkids are always
welcome to share.
The pews that retain glory and praise
on Sundays and Wednesdays.
The split-level stairs,
carpeted teal,
where I oft sit and watch
somersaults
and converse with a houseful.
There are the horses,
that lent their backs,
brought me to greater heights -
walked me on the Cozumel beach,
‘round Yukon’s emerald lake,
and one that wanted to dive off a cliff,
“whoa…no!” I took control.
On my childhood bed,
so close to my sister-cousin.
We laughed and shared -
now it's only in my memory.
The yellow bus, -
my hopes and dreams were sown
within its polyester seats.
So many places where I sat,
brimming above or below the surface.
So many places we stay and go.
We squat, recline, attack.
(Playful girl in Western Tibet, 2009)
The Natural Way of Being
There’s a natural way of being
And then there is a contrived way
Of trying to become.
I remember the natural way as a child
Simply being, exploring, playing,
And I’ve pursued the contrived way
Most of my life since.
It comes from a lack of confidence
When training in the unfamiliar.
But if we want to get beyond the habits
Of our conditional mind
We have to explore the unfamiliar.
Eventually, I suppose, we gain confidence
In what is beyond ordinary mind.
But if my life is any indication
This process of familiarization
Takes many lifetimes,
Lifetimes spent trying.
Master Yoda famously pointed out the distinction
“Do or do not. There is no try.”
And yet as clear and easy as this is to see
We continue to try,
Forcing round pegs into square holes.
Because that’s what the system does
And so what we become conditioned to do.
If we’re lucky we find an activity or hobby
Doing something that comes naturally
Improving through practice without trying
To become something we’re not.
For years rock climbing was this for me,
Something I did because I wanted to,
In my own way and without a doubt.
And doing in this way I discovered
What is to be free, what it is to be me,
And what it is to be connected to everything else.
In this way I found my true spiritual practice
Without it being something special
Or somehow separate from the physical.
What I found was what I knew as a child
Without even knowing I knew;
The passion of living, the pull of life,
Of a moth to flame, or bee to nectar,
The force of life embodied only in this life.
I remember what it was like being a child
And what it’s been like ever since.
What it’s like to want to change
And all the steps and stages along the way.
There’s a contrived way of trying to become
And then there’s the natural way of being
Which is, in truth, our true nature.
(2/2/25)
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NOTES:
Theodore Roethke likened poetry-forms to sieves, " . . . catching certain materials". Such an attractive sentiment about such an important human activity.
An artist friend once created an art-exhibit wherein the recipients were photographed and asked to write their opinion about his sign which read: "Art is a game with no rules", with the understanding that these too would be framed and added to the exhibit.
Robert Warlov likens 'Poetry-forms' to someone else's "Rules".
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The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful insights into the subject of African slavery.
Nietzsche’s belief in the concept of higher or master morality,
Lead him to disavow ideas of egalitarianism and democracy.
Master morality, which values pride and power was thought to be superior,
And slave morality, which values kindness, empathy, and sympathy inferior.
Hitler was attracted to and influenced by aspects of Nietzschean philosophy.
And the Nazis selectively used his philosophy to justify their infamous activity.
Ideas are not immaterial they are important in shaping our views.
It was erroneous ideas that lead Hitler to kill six million Jews.
The Nazi order praised the Antebellum South and its existing societal order,
Which kept African Americans at the lowest rungs of the social ladder.
Hitler believed that a Confederate victory would have made America a great nation,
One ruled “by a real Herren-class,” and based on inequality and black subjugation.
While Americans reject Nazism, the idea of white supremacy persists in our society.
And we must realize that this idea is antithetical to the principle of democracy.
If our nation wishes to eradicate systemic racism and correct the effects of slavery,
We must remove from public places the monuments and symbols of the Confederacy.
But the removal of monuments and symbols alone will not atone for our nation’s iniquity,
America must finally acknowledge the national sin and evil of black slavery,
Reform its educational system that still perpetuates the myth of white superiority,
And remove the barriers that prevent blacks from achieving social and economic parity.
Over a century after the abolition of slavery, the evil of racism still haunts this nation,
That prides itself as a bastion of equality, liberty, and a model of cultural integration.
It is time for this generation of Americans who live in a society built on injustice,
To take responsibility for proactively addressing injustice and ending racial prejudice.
Do you want me to play music?
This is a teacher who obviously does not write much.
I was giving them silent thinking time
for the thinking-writing activity I had assigned to them.
I am horrified, but it is her room.
I am the interloper, and she has already asked.
They have said ‘yes’.
Funeral dirge comes out of her computer.
I want to gloat; the kids look up, horrified.
I am here fifteen more minutes
in the bowels of hell with this woman.
Who is insistent on everything a particular way.
Perhaps that is why she has spent a year putting up no bulletin boards?
Only borders. I would rather be wearing an orange jumpsuit,
running from the cops.
But here I sit with my pasted smile
For twelve minutes.
Glad I am not one of these fourth graders stuck here all day.
We can go for dinner and have a discussion,
a bit of mass debating when we're done masticating.
If you come and eject fluid situations,
give it hard with the exact impact you lay shown,
stand perfectly straight and strong when projecting,
you'll feel you can handle the hard times alone,
and spray the floor in awe and arouse.
Fire at will, keep comments coming,
come with them from different angles,
keep it coming together, back and forth,
give each other a hand to fluctuate a juicy content with flow,
always announce, "I'm gona command"
to one another before you fire away.
Start slow,
upping the beat and beating out the debate at a faster rate.
Go through the motions to get to fun fast pacing blast debating.
You will feel a great relief at the end of this intense group activity,
with powerful ejections, one or two oral pleasurers no doubt,
but mostly it's hands on,
so make sure your pen is in your hand,
your pen is out, and the pen is in the hands at all times.
If your pen is leaking in vain thus messy, we'll stop,
tissues are on tables, bins are behind you, clean up, put it in,
and when a new pen is handled in both hands,
showing you're ready, we'll whack on.
Keep your eye on the ball, good luck in this test to all,
give those judging the winner, a tough test to call,
because the headmasters mass debaters
go fast as a team mass debating.
Commit to the debate and show class of a master,
have a massive class debate.
Remember the pen is in your hand from start to finish,
don't lose grip, be on the ball,
enjoy your mass debating.
Work hard and mass debate as you play,
have fun.
Good luck.
Mass debate away.
Today we made kindness creatures in first grade.
On Videos, from our houses, for Wednesday is an asynchronous day.
They were to draw a creature and tell us about their super powers.
There were only ten six year olds, but it was a great activity.
They love to draw, and they love to color.
Also, they love to share.
We ran out of super power shares,
so they told about thing they do that are kind.
One little girl “I help my grandma wash her dog.
It’s fun, and it’s a work out too.”
Another little boy took us on a video walk, showing us his mom and his twin toddler brothers.
Almost being with first grade is always a joy!
we are here now in silence
and as the now renews itself
silence engulfs silence in a mist
witnessed by gentle eye of our soul
simply by melding with omnipresence
neither negating nor clinging to anything
responding mindfully to all offered impulses
that boundaries blur between form and space
wherein the soothing caress of Holy Spirit is felt
at any random node within mind-body apparatus
and if desires, thoughts or memory imagery do arise
pristine presence simply slows down such movements
being an activity surfing between volition and cessation
recreating stillness between our sleeping and waking states
with our thinned out vaporised self entwining with the universe
resting therein for all time as our ever present default orientation
Traumatized the dramatic impact of my own weary life
Short-wired brain activity need to be put under the knife
How to believe in the entity that now controls my mind
Lost somewhere in between seeing nothing but not yet blind
Too many times injuries have been neatly brushed aside
Too many times no one listening trauma color covered lies
Now facing the probabilities this damage so permanent
Now losing the ability of the meaning of what is meant
So I ponder all these things as nightmares burn my dreams
Thinking that I cannot think yelling out in silent screams
Wanting myself to want to be just that normal girl
Traumatic brain spinning off-balance fall and twirl
Vision clouded coverings water filled searching eyes
Memory hazed misty themes who, what, where, or why
Balance vertigoes sway and weave never gaining forward space
Behavior erratic violently I need to get out of this place
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