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(“Outside Looking In Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In a dream
The repeated pattern of my own conditioning
Like a Groundhog’s Day set on reset
Reveals to me the futility of the human condition
Habitually doing the same things
While expecting different results;
As Einstein said, THE definition of insanity.
Yet again and again we also wake
With at least the hope of sanity,
The freshness of not being habitually driven
Until we once again start to do
And the conditioning of all these lifetimes
Kicks in again, as we
Without thought, without effort
Take the easy path of least resistance.
(11/24/25)
While others fall through the cracks of society,
I confront every crack with a willing dive and leap.
I am the greatest slacker that has ever come to be,
never contributing anything to anything or anybody,
always taking the path of least resistance religiously.
Once while collecting unemployment, while on welfare
and social security disability,
while also collecting a pension I received monthly,
a government official paid a visit to me.
Now I live in a resort prison of very minimum security.
Room and board, three square meals, everything that I need,
to live the rest of my life comfortably absolutely work free.
I am the most successful slacker of all slackers
that have ever come to be.
6. Fermat's Principle - Light takes the path that requires the least time when traveling from one point to another.
the thin shadow, trembling against the earth
the scent of a clinging leaf, crackling
like the last autumn wind – against the spirit
seeking hope in the melancholic drifting
so that I only see, just beyond the forest’s needs
relishing the breath of an unhurried moon
seeking her shelter in the stars who’re all strewn
like diamonds, floating on the everlasting
pelting out songs – enchanting the twilight
pressing out words that mean more when they’re heard
by the midnight cool, where light grasps the truth
remembering the summer and all its fun
remembering the caress of yesterday’s sun
remembering…
taking the path of least resistance
breath of a prayer – light beyond compare
the wonder of knowing He is always there
and, whatever I say – His grace will always save
this is the gift He gave…
as His light plays out its game
giving each believer a new name
so when we reach heaven, we’re not all the same
it is the sea of light, the insight that I claim
because He took the blame
I can lay down all my shame
IT IS HIS LOVE I SHALL EXCLAIM!!!
Words don't cause hurt. Words have no true power.
Words can cause you to feel defeated but only if you allow it.
Call me every possible foul name that might come to your mind.
Insult the loss of a dear, departed loved one of mine'
Use your words to reflect and express all that you consider unkind.
It may work with others, but I pay it no mind.
Besides,
When ever anyone is rude to me, nasty with me, treating me unpleasantly,
or when addressing me feel the compultion to scream and shout,
I never take it personally and I mean that most sincerely.
I always give all of them the benefit of doubt.
No one consciously would treat me so miserably intentionally
so I give them all the benefit of doubt
that there's probably something going on
in their life that's gone wrong.
Something that I'll never ever know about.
Perhaps they're suffering the loss of a loved one or friend.
Perhaps a serious relationship has come to an end.
Maybe they're just having the worst day that they have ever known.
Maybe I just happened to be there when their fuse got blown,
or maybe they are just plain miserable and always will be.
You know what they say, Misery Loves Company.
Maybe they unconsciously want to make everyone as miserable as they.
I can allow that to happen or I can say No Way.
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There's always a reason why others do the things that they do
and there's no point in wasting energy trying to figure it all out.
and so for me I choose the path of least resistance,
I Give Everyone The Benefit Of Doubt.
...unless they truly cross the line. Then I Punch Their Lights Out.
You say that you are Catholic
What exactly does that mean
That you eat fish on Fridays
Instead of red meat
You say that you are Baptist
Never smoke, drink, cuss, nor dance
But what else do you try otherwise
Given half a chance
You say that you are Muslim
And pray 3 times a day
Does what you love outside the Mosque
Make it all okay
You say that you are Jewish
And only Kosher touches your lips
Is that as far as the thoughts of God
Rumble in your head
Please believe me sincerely
I'm not trying to put religion down
Just the thoughts and practices
That we have let slide too far South
It's when we say we are okay
Is when we ought to worry
As we try and find heavens lights
Always in a hurry
We take the path of least resistance
In our forever foggy minds
All along insisting
With God we're doing fine
Basing our salvation
On what it is we do
In our work relation
Instead of on the truth
So whether it is you eat fish
Or pray 3 times a day
Only let Kosher touch your lips
Don't dance the night away
Remember religion serves a purpose
In what at times we need to find
But God himself is what it's all about
And His great love divine
Upon reflection looking back
Being I as a person as you yourself are
The past is a mixed bag no matter
who you are
It wasn't all good likewise I couldn't
have been all that bad either
Especially when it comes to the bad
they more than any other probably
weren't
And the older I get and more life experience
I gain over time using golf as a metaphors
to explain in actual reality is this
If I went for a lesson and someone of
me thereafter enquirer taking the time
me to ask
What if anything of any value did you
indeed learn or were you taught from
your coach today
Well the 1 thing that stood out that
made perfect sense which I kind of
in fact already knew
Was when he instructed me to
lighten my grip as I am holding on
way to hard and I also need to relax
as I am far way to tense
And when it comes to going with the
flow and getting into the swing of things
Everything becomes so much easier and
flow's more naturally once we ourselves
accept and rather choose to follow the
path of least resistance
And acceptance as such doesn't actually
mean you have accepted the fact that
whatever has happened actually has
But rather what acceptance actually
means is until you truly actually accept
in the most literal sense
There is no possiblity you can in fact
actually move on or forward
Walk down the old path that many have walked
But I walk down a new path the path that I once balked
Death is the deliverance from sin
Death ends the battle within
I would rather die than submit to Your will
I would rather die than swallow the bitter pill
Don't wallow in your guises and guiles
Don't relent, don't remain in your sin and your trials
Until the day that you die, you will die
Shaking your hand at the storms in the sky
To all the sapient sentients and ye obstinate serpents
Repent, repent, repent, every morning filled with a new sense
We are reluctant to preach even though we are a priesthood
A peculiar one at that, making idols in our minds and of wood
We often walk away from the open door of a Gospel chance
We would rather revert to the old path of least resistance
Instead of the new path, it's not happenstance
That we are guided by the Providential and Chastening Hand
Don't harden your heart, do your part, count it joy
God does not plod, even though we scheme and ploy
Jonah's anger was Jonah's defeat
Get on your feet (feet that are effete)
Lord help us to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps
So we can walk down streets of gold, our new paths
I can relate to, screwed up family,
Loss, abuse and depression.
I can understand, addiction, grief,
The taste of one's own medicine.
I can comprehend, abandonment,
Betrayal and neglect.
I get how most things work
And interconnect.
I'm familiar with empathy,
Kindness and compassion.
I'm puzzled by the
Laws of attraction.
I know energy, forgiveness, strength,
Peace and love.
I have learned grace, gratitude and some
Things you need to just let go of.
I'm aware of unity, not giving up,
The power of positivity.
I believe we should judge by character,
Not race, color, or ethnicity.
I have never surrendered or
Chose the path of least resistance.
I'm a warrior, still standing,
Fighting, hate my entire existence.
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As is said, we are He, who we seek
Today, let’s find out together
Love beckons, we try to take a sneak peek
But fears and desires tether
Veiled remains The Divine Mother
Knowing not the way, we stop flow of thought
Resting in pristine stillness
Joy currents within rise, both cold and hot
Heightening our awareness
Kundalini consciousness
Sublime serpent at root begins to stir
Divine feminine awake
Energy centers in subtle body whir
Our spine does the shake-shake-shake
Trust us; our sanity’s at stake
Pathways three; Sushumna, Ida and Pingala
Snake divine makes up its mind
Upon path of least resistance, has a gala
Unless ego borne fears bind
Charmed by our heart, it’s touch is kind
Oh worthy lama, go beyond all opposites
Serpent’s Holy Spirit in disguise
Be bemused not by myriad composites
Now, ceasing to weigh and size
Allow divinity to rise
02-January-2022
The Snake Charmer Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Notes: A short overview of our energy (pranic) life force field
Kundalini is Shakti - the divine feminine, coiled like a serpent at the base of our spine. It is the kinetic aspect of God’s energy. The potential aspect is Shiva, at the crown chakra, correspondent to our fontanel on the top of head. Shakti yearns to reunite with Shiva and so rises at the optimal time, when mind-body vessel is purified. The energisation is felt as living magnetism within.
Ida is the cool channel, correspondent to left nostril. Pingala is the hot channel, related to our right nostril. Both these paths are serpentine, intersecting at the sacral, navel, heart, throat and third eye (between eyebrows), merging there to connect to the crown.
Sushumna is a three layered cylindrical conduit in the geometric centre of our body, joining the root chakra to the crown chakra. It is referred to as the energy expressway, rod of initiation or staff of power in different scriptures.
Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention,
see above named poem title
the best idea to expound upon,
while attempting creative juices to jog
all mein kampf, I felt like a bump on a log
please... don't be hesitant
to identify me as a nog
one aging long haired pencil neck geek
never reached maturity forever a pollywog.
More clearly, plainly and succinctly
one sniveling poor excuse for masculinity,
I continually experience
unrepentant (unforgivable) humility,
hence lame justification
Matthew Scott sought adultery,
which unwise choice attempted
(pun intended) to fill a void
sexual propensity linkedin with precepts
attributed to Sigmund Freud,
though skepticism skirts
barenaked lady hardcore psychoanalysis
downplayed or Oedipus complex
shrugged off (heavier imposition
versus Atlas) fails to bridge any mettle alloyed
within me psyche.
Absent healthy teenage
dating experiences, think tryst
I yearned, trended then
regretted handy dandy wrist
took rat tick antics subsequently,
and compromised spawning prurient dalliances,
hence understandably missed
(until death do me part)
doting upon then young daughters,
rightfully thee eldest one
(born 12/22/1996) still pissed
at primal, gonadal, and brutal predilections
now... finding very little reason to exist
matter of fact I dreamt
(earlier today June twenty seventh
two thousand and twenty), the gist
regarding harming self