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Our beauty is hidden in our words!
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)
Our content in contentment
hides within commitment toward integrity.
Our beauty is hidden in our words
said only toward ourselves.
Barometers of mental health
for how we are and are not feeling
beautiful,
good,
fair,
balanced,
just,
harmonious,
confluent,
content,
graceful,
like good mentors without external hypocrisy,
and sometimes not such good mentors.
Mentors with words redolent of harmonic peace,
or maybe sometimes too much non-violent peace,
passive aggressive surfing, searching back and forth,
or even violently imagining unworded diverse futures
of yourself,
those around you,
generalized economic and sociopathological
and therapeutic
States and Species of thrive or demise,
and planet Earth,
and our Universe,
sometimes a metaphysically closing system,
sometimes more beautifully opening
although with considerable stress
tipping points,
trimming tabs and scissors,
adjusting balance, halves of ecologic,
within our internal voices of environ-mental health
as hope for cultural beauty.
Humaned nature adds economic
and cultural
and psychological freedom to evolve
kindness of mutual subsidiary intention,
an active love of peaceful mind.
Nature is only limited by absence
of regenerative orthopraxis,
caring and nurturing,
economically and politically powerful values
exercised within the classroom of each day.
Ecotherapeutic voices in our nights
and days of reconnecting consciousness
create our daily practice
of natural systemic design,
this song of synergy,
creative universal intelligence.
Cooperative kindness and competitive unkindness
are capacities coincident to all of nature,
a polar range from regeneration through decomposition,
from synergy through negentropy,
Kindness and love self-optimize as "Truths of Beauty"
when we freely choose sufficiency of contentment,
with full will and ecojustice intent.
My words surf my beauty and hope and synergy,
in and out,
back and forth,
listening for my listening gracefilling bicameral heart
and comprehensive consciousness,
discovering contentment within my content,
form within my information,
ecobalancing function within form,
fractal frequencies within bioregenerative
self-optimizing function.
Surfing echo frequencies,
Earth's words of microwaving grace.
"Saddo...Saddo...",she kept calling me,
Yeah,I was sad,
So I was named Saddo,
Flowers fell from highest branches,
Fruits fell from tall branches,
My days were full of worries and mess,
Series of bad occurrence,
Many that laughed with me,
Same see me and mock about what I've lost,
The blame is to be,
Toes stiffed in wet shoes distort,
I'm not pitied,
People to whom I exercised religiosity to,doesn't account me as to be tricked,
Mortgage at last have all my belongings outside the road,"Disgrace...disgrace...what a disgrace",
No one want to see the shadow of a race,
'Tom the finest',your end is someone's beginning,
Gone are the days when they use to call me a balloon,
I lacked nothing,...my name was a tool,
Is it a spell they've used on me?
"Join my fraternity,and you'll stand tall again",
Proposal comes in from friends and sympathisers vain,
Even my wife want me to avail myself to that,
Who is on my side to caution in fact,
Hope and trust in God is not allowing me to give up on gust,
Situations of life is ridiculing fast,
Which road should I pass?
A billionaire is now an outcast,
Every night I count the stars,
I see so many falling,
Who saw my star fall?
Who is ready to tell me everything?
People wowed only seeing me in bad condition,
Others to wonder of how this perdition came to being,
Hands are at a speed to raise sanction,
And based on the tenet They've written to me,
I prefer being down,
Dad died leaving me not even a pen,
Advice he gave,is shielding four whole men,
"Everything has its moment",so this agony is now demonstrating a fact,
Moving through a formless cloud,vainly does fowls in the air matters act,
Like an iceberg on fire,Slowly is the torment fading,
Hard work admitted me to chamber of wealth,
A short while,I'm outside here fenced by poverty belt,
"Funny...funny,clearly this story is funny",
Will my children also be left without a sheet of paper?
"If so will present the case,it maybe notched to grandpa,
A lineage",said softly to my youngest daughter,
Replies to me"Don't assume",
Words were lost inside room,
"Your consolation to me is not palliative",
Made that point fairly to a comparative,
One step that took me to thousand miles drown,
The same number of step left me down,
Closing myself in the coffin,
"Vanity is satisfying,but baseless",the mourner sobered in.
There once was a much-desired piece of real estate nearby the estate of a king.
The property was coveted by the king and owned by a subject in his domain.
The king offered the above mentioned landowner a fair price, but he promptly refused to sell.
The use of eminent domain laws is said to have originated in the early 1700’s;
but this story took place hundreds of years before Christ. It refers to an evil king of a Middle Eastern country.
In a democratic republic, many properties are often secured by eminent domain.
In the above mentioned kingdom, the citizens also had rights to be honored.
The king was known to be evil, but even he deferred to the citizen’s property rights.
Though a king may be evil, he need not seek to do everything evil. So the king went home very sad, because he sincerely wanted that property. He said it was close to his estate, and owning it would allow him to expand his garden.
Nevertheless, it was not to be. That is, until the king’s wife got word of it.
The queen soon noticed the dejected and disappointing demeanor of the king.
Upon learning about her husband’s dilemma, the queen promptly resolved the king’s problem without further questions. The queen devised a lying and evil plot, and in short order, she had the man killed. She then confiscated his property and handed it over to her husband the king. The property owner had bravely exercised his right to sell or not sell to the king; but it cost him his life. Yes, the king had a reputation for being evil; but his wife the queen was far more evil than the king.
The exercise of our rights can be costly, and may even demand the ultimate price. However, the pain is greater, and the wounds are deeper, whether inflicted by the state government or by people, if rights are ignored. The evils of a State, whether it be a kingdom or republic, can only persist if the good people of the state do nothing. When good people are silent, the state is at great risks of doing evil. But when good people are vocal and prayerful, the state does good and serves them, because they exercise their rights. ‘The Good’ can only be realized as good people rise from their seats of apathy. Good people can only see and combat evils as they raise their heads from the sands of indifference.
cj 07232015 PS
Are you an insider or outsider, by birth or by achievements? Have you ever been made to feel that you are an outsider? To whom does it matter whether or not you are inside or out? Does it matter to you because someone told you it matters? Outsiders do not normally get invitations to the affairs of insiders. Well, here's what I'm thinking after a fresh look at Jesus' ancestry.
Rahab was a prostitute in Jericho before Israel came to destroy the city. Surely God knew this 'outsider', but allowed her to marry into the messianic Line. This very unlikely candidate was the Great Great Grandmother of King David. Rahab reminds me of the New Testament story of the prostitute who anointed Jesus' feet with expensive perfume, and mixing it with her tears, she wiped his feet with her hair.
Like so many of us, 'the insider did not get it' and was baffled that Jesus didn't discern this sinful woman. *When the Pharisee who had invited Jesus saw this, he said to himself, "If this man were a prophet, He would know who this is and what kind of woman is touching Him—for she is a sinner!” Of course Jesus was not in the dark about this sinful woman.
The common thread that connected the two women was that they were prostitutes; but also, they both exercised faith in God which made all the difference. Born in or out; achieved our way in or sinned our way out; what matters is Faith in Christ. Merry Christmas.
11262017 PS *Luke 7:36
Democracy
The votes have been tallied and the race has been called. So why do I feel like Americans are about to fall?
I close my eyes and I can feel violence brewing. I can taste it on my tongue in the wind that shifts directions.
This country is not the same as the one I watched and lived in as a girl. Words are now tossed around without thought of meaning. The most dangerous weapon is the voice that leads millions. The voice that lashes out to strike us down like the forked tongue of a snake. The vicious words and orders that darken our souls.
Can you hear the rallying cry? The call like a siren who uses her voice to pull in unsuspecting victims and leads them to their death. The vision played off of pretty lips that feed the soul. The trust is almost instantaneous. It’s a blind faith to follow the call. Pulling us in and sending us out.
Can the call be fought? Can the danger dissipate? Can we open our eyes and see who really is the wolf parading as a sheep? Can we save ourselves and our loved ones before the dangerous maw of the wolf snaps around the neck of millions?
We are on the cusp of a new day yet on the edge of a narrow cliff. The promise of darkness and bloodshed moving in on us. We exercised our right and free will. So why does it feel like we’re about to shatter still? This has nothing to do with class. It’s blind trust and faith that we follow. This is our country, our lives and our rights. Rights put into place long ago to protect us from falling. To keep us united in our differences. So why are these rights what brought out the worst in us?
The day is short and the darkness looms. I can feel it throughout every room. The hate that has festered and fed our souls. This no longer feels like home.
This is my call in desperation and love. My plea to all those filled with violent glee. We can be sad, glad or angry. We can disagree and be on different sides.
With a gasping breath I ask you to please pause and try to remember who we are. We are Americans and we can stand as one or let our division be what finally makes democracy fall. Make no mistake democracy doesn’t fall alone. There are no pretty words or clocks to turn back time. What we do now will be watched by all.
bitter truth
my soul fails to see the rising sun
all my days i can only recall total darkness
not even the day of light brings hope to my heart
deserted by all i see no value to live
it's like am the modern day wondering Cain
my God why have you abondoned me just when i need you most
my joy to friends is like selling alcohol in a church
the bitter vinegar in my throat burns my veins to the core of my spin
if i could rewrite my story i would do so guided by God
but the more i try the harder i fall,
the less i try the more redicule i face
i am a man of little faith but alas all has fallen apart
i can want to show my success story but death whispher to me in silent mode
my time is almost and my deeds almost done
i look for the glory of the morning sunbreak
but to no avail..
My God why have you left me in the hands of the doctors
one more knife to reap open your eye
they say so easily and calmly
but my vision keeps me far away from my dream
my son, patience is all i have exercised all my life
but now your cup is twice bitter than mine
for your own mother is just a good for nothing slat
all she cares for is her friend's approval
while her parents are just filled with self proclaimed pity
they preach water but they are drunkards with the cheap wine
they complain and have broken the Lord's command
for they have killed your spirit and stolen your family happiness
let there soul rest in the bottomless pit for they deserve no mercy
let earthly debts overtake there daily bread
let there earthly toils fill there heart with guilt and disgust
may premature death be felt in your mother's womb
let no more joy come from it but thieves,premature death in her offsprings
let rejection be her daily portion
however if she turns to God for help may he hear her and restore her
my son, the law of land only brings hate amongst friends
today your mother's family are masters of that
they applaud money and fill there minds with hate a virtual of self destruction
my son i write this in the hope of you rising with the morning sun
God's favor rest upon you
God has assured me that soon you will be in my arms again
but your mother will not be part of that life
may God prepare you and fill our hearts with love for that great day
Amen
(the following extrapolated
thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate
how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house as-sized).
as a former ace procrastinator, i abhor
putting off doing what best ought
to get immediate attention bar
ring some extenuating dire circumstance,
sans mishap with flying car
pet case in point being unexpected a bomb
bin able crisis necessitating
hypothetical individual impossible
to remain calm
while in the process
(assisted with good ole mom)
to hoist self with one's own petard,
which emergency best warrant a re ward,
otherwise if fate doth NOT
require one to break
from ordinary business as usual
to enlist the "FAKE"
help of a grenadier,
who doth make
his/her livelihood
risking their life,
and limb without quake
king (obviously compensating bravery
as he/she doth stake
out mortal danger with adequate adorn
ing mortal kombat
with ample legal tender and/
or promising first born)
for unstinting mettle,
especially tolerating accompanying
martial baritone horn
player screech (like fingernails
scraping blackboard)
in close proximity - eliciting a scorn
ing glare from soldier spy
tinker tailor with a torn
smile while trained
special ops named Bjorn
incurs deadly hazard from one morn
to the next amidst adversity
shouldering care worn
Marine's motto semper fidelis,
which unnecessary loss of young life
predicated on add
age, viz being at the least,
a day late and dollar short egad
inadvertently dooming
princely valiant warmonger,
a mere stripling lad
whose mourning brings
heavy pallor of sad
ness, which imagined situation - aye
tangentially congruently analogous by
and by to the butterfly effect,
or sparrow's swan song i.e. die
destiny wrought, when one dost espy
a single occurrence no lie,
(the flickr ring, instagram
ming, kickstart ting well nigh
linkedin shutterfly of a butterfly)
say twerks catcher in the rye,
hence no matter how small, thee or thy
can change the course
of the universe forever,
no idea how nor why!
I shared my bed with a dog last night…her name is Juniper…
There is a very logical reason I shared my bed with her.
Juniper is our youngest son Ryan and his fiancé’s dog…a source of their pride and joy…who can chase a ball for hours…who still plays with doggie toys.
Who even though she’s a full grown dog still has a lot of puppy in her.
Who in the morning loves to eat her breakfast…and lets you know when it’s time for dinner
When Amy’s 96 year old grandmother passed away after a long and wonderful life…which to the family was still too brief…we asked Amy if there was anything we could do to help to assuage her grief.
Of course love and support are all we can offer…each person deals with grief in their own way…but she asked if we’d watch Juniper while she and Ryan were away.
We said of course…we’d be happy for Juniper to come for an overnight stay
So the next morning they dropped her off…thanked us and then went on their way
When they left we we made sure not to make a ruckus, not to cause a commotion or too much of a fuss…Realizing although we both knew who Juni was…she really didn’t know us.
She must have been wondering…the two people she loves…where in the world did they go….and why did they leave me in this strange house with two people I don’t know.
She kept looking at the door…every time it opened a crack…
Hoping, I imagine, for Ryan and Amy to come back.
So to help her cope with the situation….to accept her confusing paradigm….
we let her snack a little more than normal…and threw her ball a thousand times.
We did the best we could to let her know everything would be all right…
One of us stayed home at all times…so she could keep us in her sight.
We gave her love, we exercised her, we kept her safe and warm and fed…
but she was still a little nervous when it came time for to bed.
So after a small discussion Deborah and I agreed
That I’d sleep in the spare bedroom and take Juniper with me.
I think Juni understood…as she matched me stride for stride…
and before I even invited her up…she was sleeping by my side.
I think sometimes we forget how our pets can be affected by a family tragedy…
Which is why I shared my bed with Juniper last night…
and why we both slept so peacefully
The Word of Eternal God
Which is the power of Eternal God for salvation to everyone who has faith
Is set forth
Displays its power in a most wonderful way in the writings of the New Testament
Which hand on the ultimate truth of Eternal God’s Revelation
Their central object is Jesus or Father Christ
Eternal God’s incarnate Son
His acts
Teachings
Mission and glorification
His Church’s beginnings under the spirit’s guidance
The Gospels are the heart of all Scriptures
Because they are our principal source for the life
Teaching of the incarnate Word
Our Savior
We can distinguish three stages in the formation of the Gospels
The life and teaching of Jesus or Father Christ
The Church holds firmly that the four Gospels
Whose historicity she unhesitatingly affirms
Faithfully hand on what Jesus
The Eternal Son of Eternal God
While He lived among men
Really did and taught for their salvation
Until the day when He was taken up
The oral tradition
For
After the ascension of the Lord
The apostles handed onto their hearers what they had said and done
But with fuller understanding which they
Instructed by the glorious events of Father Christ
Enlightened by the spirit of truth
Now enjoyed
The written Gospels
The sacred authors
In writing the four gospels
Selected certain of the many elements which had been handed on
Either orally or already in written form
Others they senthesized or explained with an eye to the situation of the Churches
While sustaining the form of preaching
But always in such a fashion that they have told us the honest truth about Jesus
The fourfold Gospel holds a unique place in the Church
As is evident both in the veneration which the liturgy accords it
In surpassing attraction it has exercised on the saints at all times
There is no doctrine which could be better
More precious
More splendid than the text of the Gospel
Behold and retain what our Lord and Master
Father Christ
Has taught by His words and accomplished by His deeds
But above all it’s the Gospels that occupy my mind when I’m at prayer
My poor soul has so many needs
Yet this is the one thing needful
I’m always finding fresh lights there
Hidden and enthralling meanings
1242015
My ego,
devoid of outside voices
songs and sacred dances,
Missing outdoor ecoschools
sponsored by GreenFaith Communities
studying outside multicultural EcoFaith Cooperatives
supported by EcoVillage Guilds
and WiseElder Councils
with health-wealth optimizing goals
established with green permacultural designing
co-consultants,
suffering Ego/Eco CoMessiahs.
I have learned to expect authority
exercised as patriarchal demands,
after a bit of WinLose compromising
and egocentric truce-making,
self-defense of dueling dualistic WinLose
hard-fought evolutionary/devolutioning compromises
Informing/exformational dipolarities
In which my RightBrain mind-spirit loses
so my LeftBrain body-nature can continue
asserting it's Either/Or
Win/Lose demands
for rational anger and fear management expectations,
retributive justice against,
rather than for,
sinners like me
falling short of enslaved blind faith
in dualistic bipolar fundamentalist
escape from HellFire and Damnation addictions
Demands for LeftBrain reform
through punishing ego-oppression,
suppression
My hard way
tough love
of patriarchal plutocratic inside-voice pirates--
Not wu-wei of nondual
bilateral tipping pointed
dipolar WinWin extensions of grateful invitations,
Both/And
sacred ElderRight
with secular NewBorn Left.
My RightBrain sacred NatureSpirits
invite WinWin responses
through co-mentoring HereNow gratitude
for Earth's matriarchal health-wealth CoPresence
Forming all my WinWin cooperative days,
co-investment programs,
health policies,
PositivEnergy projects,
CommonGround propositions,
could not demand WinWin convergence,
resilience,
resonance
Because invitations express healthy-wealth
of and for nurturing Gratitude
LeftBrain attitudes
singing and prancing beatitudes,
RightBrain sacred integrity
of YangBody
with YinMind,
My EgoLeft
with Green EcoSchool inviting fellow conservationists
polycultural
polypathic
polyphonic right
feeling both adrenaline ultra-violet Wonder
co-investing Here,
and dopamine green Awe
bilateral ZeroZones
co-inviting timeless aptic Now
My Win or Lose adrenaline on demand
with WinWin dopamine
by Left-Right cooperative invitation only.