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The space that apparently separates you from others is similar to what seems to separate the past from the future.
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Birds are a type of feathered dinosaur. Now many paleontologists are contending that all dinosaurs were feathered to some extent or another, just as all mammals have fur. Meat-eating theropod dinosaurs were very feathered, had stereoscopic vision and had chicken-like feet. They didn’t all go extinct after that massive asteroid impact. That asteroid was six miles across, and its impact was equal to the energy of 300 million nuclear weapons; it created temperatures hotter than on the sun’s surface for several minutes. If we don’t stop having wars and ruining the environment, we may well follow in the footsteps of those that didn’t survive. We need to do much better.
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Don’t fall into merely accepting hand-me-down thoughts, beliefs, and systems. If you do (absorb and become them), you’ll see what you are programmed to see… which (though seeming comfortable and safe) may not really be seeing whatsoever.
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Just because you are good does not mean that only good things will happen for (or to) you. True goodness is not for some later prize, but exists as its own effortless beauty. True goodness is far beyond the norm; it is beyond what “mostpeople” subscribe to and unexist as. True goodness involves an immense awareness that exists independent of group ideas, traditions, and values. The ideas, traditions, and values of others are often binding and limiting. True goodness, like real creativity, is causeless and effortless… and merely following the patterns of a system or group nullifies profound creativity and independence. Interestingly, true goodness does not merely cling to being in patterns of experience. Habitually clinging to “needing experience” is another form of dependence. A mind twisted up in psychological dependence and in habits is not capable, for the most part, of being intrinsically good. Goodness exists beyond descriptions and learned concepts. Most are unwilling to cut themselves off from dependence… dependence on governments, nations, religions, philosophies, ideals, hypnotic effects, learned concepts, experience, and false habits; therefore, real enlightenment and profound goodness eludes them. Only what is free, independently wise, and whole can be visited by what is immensely sacred and profound. It cannot, and will not, enter into what is distorted and corrupt.
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Instead of going
out
and seeing a tulip
go out
look at everythingtogether-
withoutseparateformslabelsnames-
andwithouttherebeinganyseparation-
fromwhatyouactuallyare
or
you can
go
and
with a very
sep
a
rate
ego
see
what
you
were
taught
by
sep
a
ra
tion
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May one’s heart blossom
to a true compassion
and a love
for nature
May one’s compassion blossom
to a true heart
and a nature
for love
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[Side Note: My wife, Marla, though there have been complications, continues to do much better, improving following her shoulder replacement therapy.]
I have not been blogging lately. The reason why is that my wife, Marla, had to have surgery recently. She had a total shoulder replacement done. I have not had time to do any blogging due to helping her with things. Perhaps I will be able to blog once in a while soon; we will see. The surgery went well… and she is recovering better than expected. Marla has a very delicate constitution and is extremely fragile. A lot of this has to do with the Wilson’s Disease that she has. Wilson’s Disease is a rare disorder; it is genetic and involves the inability of the body to metabolize copper. The copper can then act as a poison within individuals who are not properly treated for the disease. Related to the Wilson’s Disease, Marla has very severe neck dystonia… wherein her neck muscles become extremely tense and rigid; she gets botox injections to help treat the dystonia. For a long time, Marla was on penicillamine to treat the Wilson’s. However, that medication had so many side-effects that it was almost as bad as having the disease itself. Marla, likely due to the penicillamine, developed ARDS and almost died. Then she had to have neck surgery for collapsed neck vertebrae, a surgery that took 11 hours and caused her to have very limited swallowing ability. Now she mostly receives nutrition via a gastrostomy tube that goes to her stomach area. I help her with the enteral feedings and various things, and it is time consuming. These days, Wilson’s Disease is easily treated with zinc; the zinc has, fortunately, little or no side effects. Marla bravely contends with her physical problems; she often helps others (who have Wilson’s Disease or dystonia) to better understand things about those ailments; she, as a person, is as sweet as can be and is an extremely wonderful and very understanding person. I am honored to be married to her and want to make sure that she does well throughout the recovery process.
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The world is
The world is
becoming more
and more
insane and
insensitive;
but one
must remain
must remain
very sane
and
very sensitive.
Deep light
transcends
the darkness
and is…
and is
unaffected
by it.
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Peace is everyone’s responsibility. We must all go beyond violence and care for one another. One is different from, but not separate from, whom one perceives.
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I’m 63 years old and I’ve kept tropical fish ever since I was in the 5th grade. I even had an aquarium in my college dorms when I went to college. For a long time now, I’ve been keeping, raising, and breeding, various forms of miniature catfish called Corydoras (“Cory” catfish). In terms of peace, all of the species of the genus Corydoras are totally peaceful and non-belligerent; I have never, in all the years that I’ve had them, ever observed them acting aggressively or being hostile to one another, or toward other fish. I was taking photographs of my miniature Corydoras Reticulated Julii Catfish when I noticed them laying eggs. In the bottom photograph, the female is with a male (doing their thing); look closely at her bottom ventral fins; she is holding two eggs in those fins (as the fins are held together in a prayer-like fashion). Later (after they are fertilized) she will (carry them around for quite some time) and then secure them to plant leaves or upon the aquarium glass. (These catfish are definitely good for going green while keeping aquarium fish. They do not require aquarium heaters, and two separate aquariums can be maintained with a 4 watt air pump.) Corydoras are, like I mentioned, extremely peaceful… (plus they are beautiful and are always comical in their actions).
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Violet was a girl
with very few faults
she could sing and dance
and do somersaults
Violet was quite pretty
just as a flower
she loved to be in her garden
even during a shower
Violet blossomed in time
and loved to sun-bathe outdoors
she liked nature wild,
was never found in stores
All girls are Violets
in their own special way
they need never fear death,
while inevitably withering away
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If you are melancholy and blue, transcend what you are. This can be done by, without method, being highly observant from moment to moment, without clinging to the methods, systems, and stale images that were seeded within (and “as”) you. If one often merely perceives with (and “as”) stale, redundant images that one constantly “recognizes” things with… then one is seeing what was taught; and that is the old, stale, antiquated, and musty “known.” Perceive without that dust-laden past… and one may see joyfully without merely just recognizing. That may bring real ecstasy. Then one won’t be blue any longer… unless one is an Indigo Bunting.
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Mighty dexterous Dragon King
far back as the Carboniferous
heavy-bodied, strong flying,
adroit acrobat of the air
with iridescent soap-bubble-like wings
an aerodynamic, amphibious, predatory, territorial glider
who hunts on the wing
and who has to answer to
nobody
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To look, on a fine Spring Day,
at what you are not
from what you are…
takes an assimilated separation
of “me” and “not me.”
But that looking isn’t “looking”…
it’s merely repeatedly hurling what was absorbed.
To really look, on a fine Spring Day,
at what’s real,
is to look without separation,
without the gobbled “known.”
And that means looking
without the ingested “me” or “I”…
for otherwise, it’s habitually regurgitating
what was consumed.
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We’re all flowers of that neverending tree
and if we don’t ever blossom
we won’t be open, wise, and free
None of us are separate within that immense, majestic being
but if perception doesn’t see it
it really isn’t seeing
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many people want to wage war on them
many hate them
(really hate them)
see them as ugly
and want them eradicated
many insects want to enjoy them, live in them, and feed from them
many love them
(really love them)
see them as beautiful
and want them to flourish
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You can choose your friends but you can’t choose your reality. Either face reality as it really is or adhere to something false that will render you blind in the long run. That is the gist of it! (Facing reality as it really is involves looking without the accumulated past… involves not looking with what you were “taught.” Very few are willing or able to do that. To face reality as it really is involves there being no fear, no desire according to someone’s system and promises… involves looking very scientifically, but without hoarded conclusions and beliefs. Most feel naked and afraid without being clothed in accumulated beliefs, practices, methodologies, and conclusions.)
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eternity is not an “over there”
it’s a “right here” (or nowhere)
wisdom is not merely a memorized quote
it is (beyond words and what all the sages wrote)
going deep joyfully transcends a six line poem
cow pies in sunny pastures bake where bovines roam
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I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: Just as true humility or love cannot be mechanically practiced, neither is there any real practice to discover truth. Discovering and living the truth is too profound and dynamic for it to merely come about by way of calculated practices. Real mindfulness and true meditation is being truly and profoundly alive (beyond mere methodology)… and no one on earth can, nor will they ever, practice being alive.
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His boss wanted to fire him because he was accused, by his coworkers, of moving at a snail’s pace.
“I realize that I’m a bit sluggish,” he exclaimed, while red with embarrassment.” He then said, “There are a lot of sluggards in my family, I know; we were brought up wrong, and some of us are trying our best to get out of the vicious spiral that we are in; please give me another chance.”
“Well, OK,” said his boss, with a straight face.
And so he happily continued in his job of cleaning the inside glass of aquariums… not once thinking that his job sucks.
[If you are still working for an employer, remember this little story, and realize that (in deep reflection) the observer may not be all that separate from the observed.]
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some minds are open
some minds closed
some are separated from the earth
some have deep roots within
some minds blossoming
some withering away
some sharing bright beauty
others darkly cruel
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Two Haiku Poems… one from the Japanese poet, Issa (year 1822) and one from my (elderly) self (who likes to preserve plum tree scraps)…
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1822
.梅見るや梅干爺と呼れつつ
ume miru ya umeboshi jijii to yobaretsutsu
viewing plum blossoms–
they call old men
pickled plums
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In the blossomed Spring
plum trees recognized themselves
taking photographs
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Do not merely make a meditative silence into something that is isolated and separate from noise in life. Be very careful in what you accept and do. In all probability, a separate silence that is cultivated, that is practiced at a special time or place, is a rather second-hand, merely learned, rather dead, kind of silence. Actual, profound silence is an effortless phenomenon that occurs without premeditation, beyond calculation, and beyond techniques involving time. As such it is a timeless phenomenon that may occur often, spontaneously throughout the day (without some separate controller “making it happen”), such as while one is walking, looking at nature, petting a dog or cat, or exercising. If it occurs at all, it occurs naturally, without any false effort expended by a supposed “center” or “controller” that is essentially a learned image (involving separation). It (i.e., such deep silence) is not something that is isolated from the rest of life. It is of life, in life; it permeates life, it flows with life. Real life is not something that is practiced; it is something that is lived. To manipulate the mind into some isolated silence may be like trying to catch the wind in a sealed bottle. Attempting to confine the wind in a separate, little, “special” space — called a bottle — may be rather ludicrous.
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I never left where I’ve always been
and I’ve always been where I never left
I never found what I always lost
and I always lost what I never found
I never thought where I’ve never been
and I’ve never been where thought never was
Where thought never was is where the real magic has always been
and the real magic has always been where thought never was
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(Just a few days ago was the 150th anniversary of the night Abraham Lincoln was fatally shot by John Wilkes Booth.)
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the energy… it’s swirling,twirling
moving through the hand
of a man named Lincoln
some leader of a land
the play went on the gun was cocked
the killer took his aim
some say the twirling,whirling cells
could only move in vein
precise premonition lying listless
across a sordid balcony floor
as disbelief and shock called out
and raced through the narrow(minded) door
icy hatred’s revenge seldom is ever beautiful
as twirling life flows beyond perceptual range
warm grace lies beyond cold malice and vengeance
apprehension leaves,arrives, as the winds of change
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If you are a diminutive jumping spider, by all means jump! Jumping is your life and calling card. If you are a human being, by all means jump with your legs and feet too (and exercise a lot). However, it would be prudent not to — like so many do — jump to conclusions. Jumping to conclusions often stifles the mind and often causes it to perceive things that are not legitimate and true. So many of us jump to conclusions. When we jump to conclusions… we are those conclusions. Being a conclusion may be rather dead and “unalive.” Go visit a cemetery; most of the people there (I’ll bet) probably came to conclusions! 😉
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A furry ball, with legs,
mischievous, bandit-like,
omnivorous, curious, stalking,
walking in our area,
which is also his area,
our area,
his kind were here first,
in a way, we are the intruders,
bare-skinned, bipedal, tall,
like-wise mischievous, ape-like,
dangerous, stalking, stealing…
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The whole realm of thinking is figurative, fragmentary, and of symbolic representations (that are conditioned). Don’t merely dwell in the field of the conditioned virtual. You can’t hug a concept of a child. Don’t — as so many do — mostly exist in (and “as”) symbols; symbols (as words and mental images) are mere tokens. Most, even when they look at the world, see with (and “as”) the patterns and symbols that they were taught. Look without separative symbols and learned images.
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For the sacred to visit you and be palpable, your innocence must be discernible and unmistakable. That innocence must penetrate far beyond crude conventionality. That innocence stands alone and is different… not for the sake of being different, but because it perceives deeply beyond the ordinary.
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Close to the dazzling ocean
I wanted to mentor them
each and every single,spraying drop
each and every friend
Inside the combative,clashing waves
I tried to comfort them
within endlessly flowing life currents
with end inside of begin
Deep within the winding forest
we shouted loud to them
but no human sounds were ever heard
nothing but bold,towering trees within
Inside each of the ever joyous trees
perennial,green life continues to grow
without neural networks of pain
without the need to know
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Mr. Average walked along in his very average way.
Mr. Average — according to his father — was born on a very average day.
Mr. Average, when he was young, went to a very average school.
Mr. Average, when in class, was around average with the breaking of the rules.
Mr. Average, within his mind, partook in an average degree of thinking.
Mr. Average, regarding his eyes (each day) blinked with around the average blinking.
Mr. Average, like most everyone around, saw his self as being separate and apart.
Mr. Average, when shopping with his wife, was a typical shopper at his local Walmart.
Mr. Average, regarding his diet, ate all of the typical meat.
Mr. Average lived in a rather typical American suburb and lived on a typical street.
Mr. Average, regarding his shape and weight, was not excessively round.
Mr. Average, regarding his thoughts and feelings, never felt anything profound.
Mr. Average, throughout his life, worked at a very average job.
Mr. Average, regarding living things suffering, was never inclined to sob.
Mr. Average, as a father, sent all of his children to an average school.
Mr. Average had around the normal degree of anger… when someone would call him a fool.
Mr. Average uttered the typical saying as he uttered his very last breath.
Mr. Average, when they hurriedly buried him, was interred at around the average depth.
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we think we’re modern
but we’re not
we’re rather primitive and unrefined
and all the pundits in our world
don’t understand space and time
we think we’re free
but we’re not
our causes are all effects
and all the reactions that we’ll retake
are what spacetime already expects
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Your concept of “I” is not truly what dominates over your other supposedly subordinate (supposedly subservient) thoughts. All thoughts — including the concept of “I” (or that internal “me”) — are conditioned responses… and, as such, one does not (in reality) truly dominate over the others. Profound awareness and immense intelligence transcends conditioning (at least to some significant extent) and goes beyond the deep misconceptions that the aforementioned sentence suggests. Via erroneous (primitive) education, billions are saturated with such substantial misconceptions and delusions (of a “central controller”)… and this, in turn, causes much needless friction and deceit (within the brain) which often projects as additional disorder both within the brain and out from the brain. Better education could help to change things for the better. We, as a society, have a long way to go before we transcend out of very psychologically crude, primitive realms. True freedom lies not in the concept of free will, but in the daily, intelligent (method-free) understanding of the mind, which may allow one to actually joyfully exist (at times) beyond the limited field of total conditioning. With such freedom comes real goodness and order (beyond mere reactions).
(Added note: This is one fundamental reason why so very few, throughout the world — over time — have truly been enlightened. A process or technique developed or utilized by a fictitious center cannot ever find profound truth; the profound truth comes only when conditioning and needless conflict, friction, and deceit are dissipated… and not dissipated by some supposed central agent that is — in itself — a major result of ignorance and conditioning. For so many — for so long — it has been like throwing water to drowning people in order to save them!)
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He was totally (and repeatedly) bored by the things he saw…
because within his brain was a putrid, stagnant, significant flaw.
She is joyfully thrilled by the majestic things she sees…
because her mind transcends the musty past like a wise, cleansing spring breeze.
Life is sadly monotonous only if one’s mind becomes rather stale and dead.
Look at things anew… with childlike, fresh rejuvenation instead!
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[Excerpts from the ancient Gospel of Thomas:
Jesus said, “If your leaders say to you, ‘Look, the (Father’s) kingdom is in the sky,’ then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say to you, ‘It is in the sea,’ then the fish will precede you. Rather, the (Father’s) kingdom is within you and it is outside you.
When you know yourselves, then you will be known, and you will understand that you are children of the living Father. But if you do not know yourselves, then you live in poverty, and you are the poverty.”
His disciples said to him, “When will the kingdom come?”
Jesus said, “It will not come by waiting for it. It will not be a matter of saying ‘here it is’ or ‘there it is.’ Rather, the kingdom of the father is spread out upon the earth, and men do not see it.”