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The horse is galloping down the road with a story that is untold; the horse is galloping down the road with a saddle on its back and a book tucked underneath with a message that is deep. I have been thinking for days how to make an artificial snowball with a dozen mullet fish stuffed inside and a hundred rifles buried in its side.
It is racing down the track with all the energy it has got; it is going around in circles looking around for the oracle. Its temperament and speed are wrapped up together and the elegance with which it moves have left many people confused.
It stands gracefully at the corner waiting for the whistle to blow to begin the multi million-dollar show. Many people have placed bet on it because its legs are strong and swift, its speed is unmatched and its strategy is unwrapped. It has never let the audience down, it has given them more than a hundred thousand pounds, the young stallion is what they call it, its body is so fit.
See them lining up over there and feeling out the track, they are measuring the corners, and making notes of every turns and the valley that has been burnt, the horses are moving round in groups showing off their fine rubber boots, I can see the anxiety in their eyes and a miracle coming out of the sky; the track is getting warm and you must meet me before dawn.
Here comes the jockey and he is looking really happy, he is short and slim and he is just coming from the Gym. He carries a subtle smile and bag pack on his back loaded with horse pie, he made a graceful offer. He is stretching his legs around the track and examines every dot. He rolled a ball on the corner and lies in on the curves and lines and does five pushes up. He went in his horse and practices a marathon race around the track.
The horses are galloping on the track, wearing a jacket and a felt hat; it looked quite relaxed in the swelter heat covering distance in seconds that is usually hard to compete. I have never seen a horse so bold and the mystery that it holds, it has feet of fire and anything it touches it gives your heart’s desire. I am working on the team to accomplish my dreams; let’s get ready for the final leg of the show before you pack up and go. My horse shoe is back so place that giant cup in my lap.
You wake up and feel the harsh cold of the metal table.
Someone is observing you, observing your head, arms, and legs.
The man in the white coat speaks, “You’re awake,”
Awake? Youve just heard of this feeling of awake.
He examines your eyes, he looks at your perfectly carved marble eyes.
The prettiest amber;
The man in the white coat carries you to the ground. You notice the strings for the first time.
Weird, the man in the white coat doesnt have strings.
The man teaches you how to walk, he guides you by controlling the movement of your strings.
Funny, you think walking is something easy?
The white man speaks, “You move one leg at a time, pay attention”
You watch as each leg moves as each string is pulled and flung.
If only he was a little more careful with your strings.
The finest of silk as muscles can only take so much tugging.
Everyday you try to move your arms and legs on your own, but you just cant seem to move without the strings.
The man leaves you out on the cold metal table,
you try
,
but you just cant seem to move without the strings.
So you try again, you focus your strength
You feel something move, its your fingers.
You manage to move your arms, but the white man enters.
He sees your ability to move without the strings, hes angry.
He doesnt want to lose control. You’ve found a weakness, its losing power.
The man yanks your strings.
Youre cracking, each section of wood rubs against each other, youre scared. How do you escape?
You need to leave or the man in the white coat will destroy you.
You find a still moment, and focus your strength in your arms.
You move, you raise each leg to stand. Youre doing it, youre really doing it.
You reach the door, and it's what you've always wondered about, this is something youve dreamed of.
The white man is powerless.
youre free,
your feet are welcomed with hugs from the earth. Youre home.
Life is dynamic and constantly changing
Any thinking or verbal speculation about life
even with regard to the future
is always based on the past
One may have an immediate awareness
beyond thought or verbal speculation
of one's existence
but one cannot have direct contact
with one's immediate existence
through thought
Words are useful in the attempt
to communicate one's experience
to another person
but the use of words is merely an attempt
to point to experience
It can never give that immediate
direct knowledge, insight or realization
that comes from one's experience
Words are like a map
and experience is the territory
A map can only give knowledge
"about" the territory
It can never give knowledge
"of" the territory
This can only be obtained
through direct experience
When one considers growth and decay
as a continuous ongoing process
of which human existence is a mere iota
one realizes that there is an inexorable movement
which encompasses everything that "is"
including human existence
which is a relatively recent phenomenon
on the cosmic time scale
One realizes the ethnocentricity
or more specifically the "homocentricity"
of the claim that human conceptualizations
are capable of knowing things as they "are"
This applies whether the claim is that of
science, religion or
any other system of thought
When one examines the way
the different lifeforms are interrelated
one realizes the distortion created by thought
when one attempts to isolate
and elevate one lifeform
particularly the human lifeform
apart from the others
The body has an intelligence of its own
which manifests itself
when thought ceases its attempt
to know life
It is a direct realization
beyond thought
There is a fundamental unity
of everything that "is"
and Love is a manifestation
at the behavioural level
of this unity
July 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 120-125
Key Verse – Psalms 120:1 In my distress I cried unto the LORD, and he heard me.
PRAISE BE TO GOD FOR HEARING OUR CRIES
Praise be to God for hearing our cries, delivering us from:
Despair and distress
Difficulties that cause dismay
Discouragements around doubts
Dread because of diseases and death
Deception toward defiance along destruction
Psalms 121:5 Praise be to the Lord for
being our keeper and shade midst:
Stabbing sins
Smiting sorrows
Shocking suffering
Subjugating sickness
Stubborn senselessness
Psalms 122:1 Praise be to the Saviour for inviting us
to go into His house to listen to His Word that:
Endures forever
Exalts His faithfulness
Edifies the faithful followers
Examines faith fortitude’s fruitfulness
Exemplifies firmness against frustration futility
Psalms 123:2 Praise be to the Almighty
for letting our eyes wait upon Him:
According to Biblical ways
Against blinding worldliness
Around His blessed wondrous work
Above blurring and worthless worries
Amidst breaking wickedness and willfulness
Psalms 124:8 Praise be to the Creator
for being our help that:
Upholds us by His redemption
Uplifts us for restoration-revival
Unites us with His reconciliation-rejoicing
Ushers us toward rededication so refreshing
Unfolds to us His revelation for our usefulness’ replenishment
Psalms 125:5 Praise be to the Holy Spirit
for leading us against:
Crookedness by His calling
Curses through His charging
Cruelty along His compassion
Carnality with His cleansing correction
Coldness midst His care for our consecration. Amen!
July 8, 2024
Two weeks before
we share our vows,
in my Miller Hospital
x-ray scrubs, I sit,
a lull in the activity
of the morning exams
with Helen, a fellow
wheel chair jockey.
Closely she examines me,
“Do you want to have
a happy marriage?” I
nod in affirmation.
“Do you know the secret?”
“No,” slips quietly from
my lips, “Do you want
to know?” “Yes, of
course.” Her eyes
flash behind her
glasses, accentuating
her words, “The courting
never ends. The courting
never ends.”
She reads the puzzlement
that paints my face,
with exclamation points
behind each word
she emphasizes, “You
must never stop
dating your wife.”
Stories of Friday night
steak dinners, with
her deceased lover
of many years,
during a shared
lifetime peppered
with want and plenty.
Her words repeated
until locked In my
subconscious, our
brief, intense encounter
interrupted by the
needs of another
hospital patient.
I sit here with you
on our date night,
our baby in a high
chair, our two
very young sons
at their places
around the small
rectangular table
in our kitchen.
Two Dairy Bar pizzas,
a pepperoni for the
boys, the supreme
for you and me,
Gerbers for the baby,
a poor substitute
for steak on a
Friday night, but
one meal you will
not cook, just enjoy.
Date night
is not what it
once was, but
our love requires
some small gesture,
even in poverty,
of just being with
each other, two
lovers with the
evidence of their
love around them,
enjoying a piece
of locally made
pizza, with the words
of an old German
x-ray aide echoing
from long before,
“The courting never
ends. The courting
never ends.”
(c) 2016, Robert Charles Wagner. All rights reserved.
It's like I'm jade in the mist of
diamonds. Where's my hero
who will discover me despite
the temptation of those
diamonds? I see someone.
Wait...he's picked up a diamond
and walked away. Will no one
ever discover my worth? Look
past my shining shades of
green. Turn away from the
glisten of those diamonds. I am
the one in a million. And then I
spot someone. Who is that? He
looks confused, but he's
walking torwards me. Is this
really happening? He's passing
all the diamonds! I see that he
has spotted me. And then I'm
afraid. He will pick me up and
see that I'm different. He won't
understand my beauty and
what elements make up my
existence. He will see that I'm
as beautiful as those diamonds,
but far too complicated to
figure out. Will he see that my
light can shine through to his
soul? Will he see that I'm real?
He has to see there is so much
more to me than beauty. I'm so
much deeper. Maybe that's why
my jade is far too complicated
to penetrate. He approaches
and examines me. There is a
look on his face as if something
surprised him. He has realized
something in me. He has
learned all there is to know abt
me and my jade is beautiful to
him. He submerges into each
layer and explores what is
there. He accepts and loves the
very raw me. Before I was
dusted off and shined to a
superficial brightness. My jade
is different. It is beautiful and it
is deep. not shallow and
predictable like a diamond. You
have to search far and wide to
find my kind. And if you do
come upon one of my kind, it
was not a coincidence.
As along our long life journey we sail
We all do encounter belied expectations
Feeling of deep hurt results from betrayal
Our shrivelled heart writhing in contractions
The hurt needs healing so we go to a healer
Who examines blotches in our aura field
Looking grave is this wheeler dealer
As his magic wand he does wield
Half who visit healed, the others not
For he simply invokes the placebo effect
Opening up our mind beyond its fearful slots
The faith healer does nothing yet no one suspects
With this comic interlude over with let us examine
The root cause of our pain needing healing
We negate not potency of toxic poison
Simply look at origin of so feeling
The aspect of us hurt is our identity
Plunged into dark gloom owing to its loss
Recognising not that in world of ephemerality
Attachment to fleeting images of pain is the cause
In monk mode detached thus free from pain and sorrow
Lower mind vaporised, we abide in blissful joy
No expectations or desires for the morrow
Mind illumined we recognise ego ploys
Acceptance of others just as they are
Knowing that maya oft causes misalignment
Acts of others be as they may leaves then no scar
We empathise with one and all resting in blissful contentment
We then are our own best faith healer having faith in love divine
Offering no niche within for rancour to anchor onto our being
Knowing that in timeless time with love all souls will align
We nonchalantly breeze through life ever celebrating
29-November-2020
Greylock
I am in the examining room of Greylock's Veterinarian.
I lift Greylock, onto the examining table, and my heart is breaking 'cause he's not trying to wiggle out of my arms.
As the Doc examines Grey with tender care, I bow my head with resignation.
I couldn't help but think, a month earlier my, independent cat would have none of her poking and prodding.
There is a chair by the wall and I bring it over to sit in front of Greylock, his chin resting on the aluminum table.
I bring my face close to his and gently rub his head.
I am saying goodbye to my beloved companion of twenty years, always with a leg rub for his Dad.
A quick glance from Greylock's eyes to the Doctor and I can see, she is ready with the injection of phenobarbital.
I nod while continuing to softly pet his head.
“It won't be long.”, she says.
I hold back the tears, not wanting to upset Grey.
“Such a good boy, what a good boy you are.”
Slowly, his eyes closed, and the Doctor placed the stethoscope on Greylock's chest.
“He has passed.”
She says to take as much time as I need.
I sit there caressing the fur on Greylock's back and remember our life together.
The sadness, I felt was deep.
I know my grief for him will prove a grief felt, only for a few humans.
Before leaving I look at Grey's closed eyes, and with one last scratch behind his ears say, “You've been such a good boy, such a good boy, and you know, my good boy, your old man will miss you 'till his dying day.”
I did not have a pet after Greylock.
It started out as a mild itch
Within the next few hours, my eyes began to twitch
So I go to a Doctor named Damon Willis
He examines me and asks me have I heard of country singer named Mel Tillis
I tell ye and ask why such an odd question he had to ask
Then he asks me do I drink Brandy and if so, is it from a flask
I tell him alcohol is not one of my disabilities
He says I am just trying to narrow down the possibilities
Then he asks did I recently eat Poppy Seed Bread with Strawberry Jam while
listening to Georse Michaels or his former group Wham
I was stunned and said yes, he replied you have contracted The Clams
He writes out a prescription for a cream
Then he tells me I must brush my teeth with the toothpaste Gleem
Then he says twice a year I must bathe in the waters of the Hoover Dam
I know now which of my honies gave me the clams
It was Phyllis who made this combination possible to set in this affliction
To eat the Poppy Seed Bread with Strawberry Jam has become and addiction
So I use some of my inheritance from my parents will
To pay this Doctor the medical bill
After I paid it he disappeared, it was all a scam
To find out there was no such thing as the clams
So now I am sitting and waiting for illegals to cross the border
So I can charge our Government to diagnose this disorder
I charge a huge bill as I feed these illegals some Dristan
Most of them have the crabs already, but I will be happy to give them the clams
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I pity him, a young black teen
Trying to be a man with no self-esteem
He examines his life but still can't get it right
His history and past still affecting him at night
He dreams dreams where he relives the past
When he was talked about for not being very fast
A fat boy, dedicated to his love
Rejected affection is what he dreams of
His attempts at sports earned him a bad place
In which he was called a disgrace to his race
And sadly he had a very weak heart
Falling for every girl in hopes to brighten up his dark
Empty, alone, he searched for his essence
Something he could use to embrace in his darkness
The job was open but no one would commit
No one would help to pull him out of this abyss
A quiet boy, what they call honest and sweet
Mistreated, deleted, and beat to his knees
Closed eyes he listens to the laughter
It shaped him, molded him, just like beaten batter
He's now 17 and has an intriguing mind
He knows what to fix but doesn't know how to bind
To seal the torn edges of his soul
To direct the path in which his emotions go
He's no longer bullied but his mind is on self-destruct
Never felt the love of a pretty girls touch
Somethings still wrong but he doesn't know what
What's repelling them, is he not enough
He opens his eyes looking through a wet mist
A single tear falls and he clenches his fist
He sits up listening to his hearts drum
And at last the next day has finally begun