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Look beyond the learned patterns; see beyond the limited, learned symbols!
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(This is just satire on the Rule of Thirds — the simplified form of the Golden Ratio — which is all the rage in photography realms; most everyone has used it, including myself; those of you who use it or who have written about it… please do not be offended. Note: Within the poem, switch “parts” with where “countries” occurs… and “country” with where “part” occurs.)
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the rule of thirds
came by
it divi
ded
up
the
sky
it sectioned nature’s flowing traits
with man-made lines
in graphed points of space
the rule of thirds
jumped in
it drank a fifth of gin
it cut up the world
into little
bits
and it
sucked nine squarish
chocolate mints
the rule of thirds
marked its spot
in a
tic tac toe game so hot
everyone wanted
to draw up their lines
and
everyone figured why not
the rule of thirds
squared away
it decreed a superior way
it di
vided (countries)
of the whole for itself
for its superhuman
(part)men’s wealth
precisely properly
today
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Though our situation may seem rather unlucky now and then… be appreciative for what you have (or who you are with) and are. We are very lucky to have gotten to this point in (and “as”) time and space, whomever we are.
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“I’m Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover”
(originally by Art Mooney)
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane
No need explaining
The one remaining is somebody I adore
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane
No need explaining
The one remaining is somebody I adore
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain
Third is the roses that grow in the lane
No need explaining
The one remaining is somebody I adore
I’m looking over a four leaf clover
I overlooked before
I overlooked before
I overlooked before
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To a truly wise mind, many supposedly tantalizing sensations are often — though not always — rather trivial and unnecessary… because a truly wise mind is fully content in itself, not needing extraneous stimuli to (eventually) make it happy. It is only a very empty cup that constantly craves being filled…
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There was an after
which occurred
following a before
which occurred
as a now
and then
a movement contemplated
itself before
and after
someone else did
not care
two pins
about
the distance
involving
pastandfuture
as well as
the distance
involving
themandus
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Deep mysteries can be understood if one goes beyond the superficial and accepted ways of seeing.
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Excerpt from Emily Dickinson’s first poem — Valentine Week 1850:
****Awake ye muses nine, sing me a strain divine,
Unwind the solemn twine, and tie my Valentine! ****
Oh the Earth was made for lovers, for damsel, and hopeless swain,
For sighing, and gentle whispering, and unity made of twain.
All things do go a courting, in earth, or sea, or air,
God hath made nothing single but thee in His world so fair!
The bride, and then the bridegroom, the two, and then the one,
Adam, and Eve, his consort, the moon, and then the sun;
The life doth prove the precept, who obey shall happy be,
Who will not serve the sovereign, be hanged on fatal tree.
The high do seek the lowly, the great do seek the small,
None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball;
The bee doth court the flower, the flower his suit receives,
And they make merry wedding, whose guests are hundred leaves;
The wind doth woo the branches, the branches they are won,
And the father fond demandeth the maiden for his son.
The storm doth walk the seashore humming a mournful tune,
The wave with eye so pensive, looketh to see the moon,
Their spirits meet together, they make their solemn vows,
No more he singeth mournful, her sadness she doth lose.
The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide;
Earth is a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.
Now to the application, to the reading of the roll,
To bringing thee to justice, and marshalling thy soul:
Thou art a human solo, a being cold, and lone,
Wilt have no kind companion, thou reap’st what thou hast sown.
Hast never silent hours, and minutes all too long,
And a deal of sad reflection, and wailing instead of song?
There’s Sarah, and Eliza, and Emeline so fair,
And Harriet, and Susan, and she with curling hair!
Thine eyes are sadly blinded, but yet thou mayest see
Six true, and comely maidens sitting upon the tree;
Approach that tree with caution, then up it boldly climb,
And seize the one thou lovest, nor care for space, or time!
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Flowing movements(callingthemselvespeople)
see these actionsmovements(here)unfoldinglymove
and label it as me a nounstuckrocklikewithinagroove
Evolving observings streaming
and there’s a thinking that
themselves are firmandfixed
There’s metamorphosis movingbursting
here within and all around call
but learned chrylalis concentrated separations
continue to divide pigeonhole label and
stiffen cement and densify all
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When thinking is absent… the “thinker” is not. Going beyond the thinker and thought — which are both one and the same — is a psychological dying. However, this dying makes way for a new field of living and awareness (that is vast, profound, alive, compassionate, and insightful). When thinking does occur — and it is often very necessary — there is no need to conceive of a “thinker” separate from thought; doing so creates more fragmentation and is a waste of energy. Not wasting energy is intelligent and very prudent. To understand the whole, there cannot be mere fragmentation and a waste of energy. When energy is not wasted there is that possibility that the whole of intelligence and universal order will manifest. Only in complete order is there a possibility for the sacred to visit. It cannot — and never will — merge with what is fragmentary and of conflict (which is what all thought and thinking intrinsically is).
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Breaking News:
Scientists — those fellows who are ever so clever — say that the universe is spiraling and expanding… and we have found concrete evidence of that (as illustrated in the accompanying photographs). The new, solid evidence supports the theory that the universe — at its current degree of expansion — is optimally suited for supporting life.
😉
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New, hard evidence:
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Psychologically speaking (without fictitious, crass separation):
In seeing… the see-er is the scene; in hearing… the hearer is the heard; in learning… the learner is the learned; in driving… the driver is the driven; in thinking… the thinker is the thought; in reading (this)… the reader is the read.
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Many have assumptions that the “I” is the central controller of thinking; but, the “I” is actually another one of the conditioned thoughts. Not fully realizing that causes all kinds of illusion, fragmentation, mischief, and needless conflict. One thought — even though it purports to be central — does not, in reality, truly govern, dominate, or keep “other” thoughts in subservience. Profound wisdom and intelligence goes beyond that needless falsity and is then composed of magnificent order that is far more parallel with that of the true, overall order of the universe.
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Give a dog to a bone
give a flower to some water
give a child to a hug
give a reader to the blog
give a charity to some dollars
give the question to the answer
give the itch to the scratch
give the darkness to some light
give some spider to a color
give the world to yourself!
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Real meditation does not involve going to an exotic mountain-top to meditate. Real meditation does not involve getting the body in some statuesque, special, learned position. Real meditation does not involve repeatedly chanting some so-called special (pre-programmed) saying. Real meditation does not involve staring at or fixating upon some so-called special object or image. Real meditation does involve breathing according to someone’s special technique or system. Real meditation does not involve opening, concentrating upon, and mechanically traveling through fabricated chakras like some kind of zipper. Real meditation does not involve learning some special process or methodology. Real meditation does not involve living one’s life like most people do; yet, there is no “how” involving meditation. To intelligently look without a blueprint, without separative symbols, systems, conflict, fragmentation, and procedures… does not depend upon others’ procedures. No time is involved in it. All methods take time. Using time to get to the timeless is folly.
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Be suspect of those telling you to be detached or to stay in firm belief/attachment. There’s only pristine, dynamic awareness… and not psychological separation (or subjugating oneself with second-hand ideas/images).
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[Eastern Amberwing Dragonflies, while perched, often flick their abdomen up and down in a wasplike manner. Females lay their eggs in jellylike masses just above the waterline; when exposed to water, these masses burst open and the eggs disperse over a large area.]
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Most are locked in (and “as”) the small details of life without a passionate inquiry into the essence of the whole… (which, unfortunately — for human beings — is partial, fragmentary, limited, and not real life at all).
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[Part of a huge Oak Tree]
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Don’t be a second-hand, hodgepodge mix of what others (in your life) programmed you to be; perceive directly, without mere conditioning and pre-programmed reaction.
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[Together for eternity… A pair of 50 million year old spiders fossilized in Baltic Amber. The male is on the left.]
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Many are prejudiced against animals… and look at them as inferior.
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[A pair of Mourning Doves; the male is on the left. Pairs tend to mate for life. The male and the female work together to feed their new babies. (We live along some woods where you can hear hunters shooting these often. How any human being can shoot these (with a gun instead of a camera) is beyond my comprehension. I, just yesterday, heard on the radio about how Passenger Pigeons went extinct due to over-hunting.)]
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Give a flower to a rainy day and watch the sun begin shining happily. That rainy day is not separate from what many people are.
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[A Hover Fly enjoying some nectar adjacent to a mosquito that had a massive heart attack. (The mosquito probably sucked someone’s blood who had a lot of bad LDL cholesterol!)]
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To have a decent rapport with nature… go beyond the self and become “one with plants and animals.”
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[A Grasshopper (with a penthouse view) and a Ladybug. Most Grasshoppers are vegetarian, while Ladybugs are mostly carnivorous. The Ladybug will not attack the Grasshopper, though, since the prey of Ladybugs is much smaller.]
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Beyond separation, the river finally felt compassion for the (not so distant) fish and so put the fishing pole down forever and went home.
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[A local largemouth bass. (Many years ago, I used to be an avid fisherman; I could even catch fish when others failed; I no longer fish whatsoever.)]