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You get billed for awakening

Life has a price-tag

You get billed for awakening

Trying to explain that

Evil is entropic

Polarity integration

Is its own reward

Save you a lot of tears

Tares in the aura

One doesn't exit the matrix easily

Its a debtors prison

You're all ears now

Just as I get to the part about consent

Maybe closure

These cigarettes burn my throat
A small price for some prose

Lumbered down to the harbour

To get me rain and maybe closure

The mountains loom 

In the curves of the cove

Around these cardboard rooftops

Clouds drape like petticoats

There is still so much beauty

To rattle and creak for days

Sails to accompany me

Gentle beams on placid waves

Then hungry ghosts of seasons past

Clung trembling to the boughs

So I scraped and scrubbed them off 

Like baby barnacles

Another vulture drop

Inspired by this article: https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2022/06/28/marilyn-monroes-poetry/

Another vulture drops out of warp
Landing clumsily

Picks pretentiously at the carcass of

Another moviestar 

Stripped down to the bones

Yet this journalist 

Hones in on one last speck

Gets an article out of it

For a Paris magazine 

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.

― Khalil Gibran, The Prophet

We can see this lack of substantial psychological awareness in many New Age writers and lecturers.

"James Hillman, whose works delve deeply in Jungian archetypes, sees most New Age therapeutic methods as failing to deal with the true complexities of the soul. We can see this lack of substantial psychological awareness in many New Age writers and lecturers. Though such spokespeople may specialize in Hindu and Buddhist terminology relating to the levels of consciousness, few speak with any background knowledge of Western art, literature, poetry, science, philosophy, and how these have contributed to highlighting the further heights and depths of the human situation today.

Many become popular because they speak and write with a reductionist style that brings the complex and disturbing down into canned formulas of what spiritual growth is supposedly all about. Dozens of such New Age authors could bring their works together into one large volume entitled, “How To Become Aware of the Depths of Your Being Without Disturbing the Routine of Your Comfortable Lifestyle.“”

~ Lew Paz

@timeoftransition

When despair for the world grows in me

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

Wendell Berry


from New Collected Poems (Counterpoint, 2012)

Copyright (c) 2012 by Wendell Berry, reproduced by permission of Counterpoint

This is what the wicked are like— always free of care, they go on amassing wealth, till I entered the sanctuary of God; then I understood their final destiny.

Psalm 73 - King James Version

Truly God is good to Israel, even to such as are of a clean heart.

But as for me, my feet were almost gone; my steps had well nigh slipped.

For I was envious at the foolish, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

For there are no bands in their death: but their strength is firm.

They are not in trouble as other men; neither are they plagued like other men.

Therefore pride compasseth them about as a chain; violence covereth them as a garment.

Their eyes stand out with fatness: they have more than heart could wish.

They are corrupt, and speak wickedly concerning oppression: they speak loftily.

They set their mouth against the heavens, and their tongue walketh through the earth.

Therefore his people return hither: and waters of a full cup are wrung out to them.

And they say, How doth God know? and is there knowledge in the most High?

Behold, these are the ungodly, who prosper in the world; they increase in riches.

Verily I have cleansed my heart in vain, and washed my hands in innocency.

For all the day long have I been plagued, and chastened every morning.

If I say, I will speak thus; behold, I should offend against the generation of thy children.

When I thought to know this, it was too painful for me;

Until I went into the sanctuary of God; then understood I their end.

Surely thou didst set them in slippery places: thou castedst them down into destruction.

How are they brought into desolation, as in a moment! they are utterly consumed with terrors.

As a dream when one awaketh; so, O Lord, when thou awakest, thou shalt despise their image.

Thus my heart was grieved, and I was pricked in my reins.

So foolish was I, and ignorant: I was as a beast before thee.

Nevertheless I am continually with thee: thou hast holden me by my right hand.

Thou shalt guide me with thy counsel, and afterward receive me to glory.

Whom have I in heaven but thee? and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee.

My flesh and my heart faileth: but God is the strength of my heart, and my portion for ever.

For, lo, they that are far from thee shall perish: thou hast destroyed all them that go a whoring from thee.

But it is good for me to draw near to God: I have put my trust in the Lord God, that I may declare all thy works.

Psalm 73 - New International Version

Surely God is good to Israel,
to those who are pure in heart.

But as for me, my feet had almost slipped;
I had nearly lost my foothold.

For I envied the arrogant
when I saw the prosperity of the wicked.

They have no struggles;
their bodies are healthy and strong.

They are free from common human burdens;
they are not plagued by human ills.

Therefore pride is their necklace;
they clothe themselves with violence.

From their callous hearts comes iniquity;
their evil imaginations have no limits.

They scoff, and speak with malice;
with arrogance they threaten oppression.

Their mouths lay claim to heaven,
and their tongues take possession of the earth.

Therefore their people turn to them
and drink up waters in abundance.

They say, “How would God know?
Does the Most High know anything?”

This is what the wicked are like—
always free of care, they go on amassing wealth.

Surely in vain I have kept my heart pure
and have washed my hands in innocence.

All day long I have been afflicted,
and every morning brings new punishments.

If I had spoken out like that,
I would have betrayed your children.

When I tried to understand all this,
it troubled me deeply

till I entered the sanctuary of God;
then I understood their final destiny.

Surely you place them on slippery ground;
you cast them down to ruin.

How suddenly are they destroyed,
completely swept away by terrors!

They are like a dream when one awakes;
when you arise, Lord,
you will despise them as fantasies.

When my heart was grieved
and my spirit embittered,

I was senseless and ignorant;
I was a brute beast before you.

Yet I am always with you;
you hold me by my right hand.

You guide me with your counsel,
and afterward you will take me into glory.

Whom have I in heaven but you?

And earth has nothing I desire besides you.

My flesh and my heart may fail,
but God is the strength of my heart
and my portion forever.

Those who are far from you will perish;
you destroy all who are unfaithful to you.

But as for me, it is good to be near God.
I have made the Sovereign Lord my refuge;
I will tell of all your deeds.

That is also why I am here

To feel the depth of being, the pain, the sorrow.  Understanding what being human is. What the seperation entails. What the resistance means. 

To wander through the underworld. That is also why I am here. 

The experience of sadness and loss, the frustration, the heart is on a journey of understanding. 

To feel all of life, to walk through the world and know every facet is the most precious commodity. The soul finds it's ecstasy in the breakdown, in the falling away. 

There is no greater joy than in deep participation, fulfillment of the returning. I am coming home each day. 

As I walk slowly through the hours, through the seasons; I walk through my seperations. I walk through my fears. I feel the cells of my body teaching me; pain is relieving me, my resistance is reading me, my depression is leaving me. 

Just like tears falling from my eyes, so are the leaves falling from me. My incarnation is close to me in the cold of the night. 

Do you not see the radiance? 

The singing of the redemption is as the silver streams of moonlight. So fair; you have tiny shimmers like crystalline cobwebs in your hair. 

The tones are softly calming, the music of the spheres. Yet once you were in utter darkness, in the midst of terror, in the crying years.

Celestial Chess Remix

William, will I live or die? 
Do I even have a choice?
Be it by night or day? 

Death is driving life 

I guess I have no say.
What is this game of chess you play?

The day is passing.
The night is coming.
I know not where I am driven.

You must embrace this course.
I am the will of the celestial force.
This is the life you have been given.

No beginning, no end.
A pawn you will no longer be.

My friend.

Celestial Chess

Celestial Chess

It was not my will to live or to die. So whose will am I?

Since my will is neither here nor there,
And I know not what I'm doing here,
I am the will of some other force,
Set upon its chosen course.

Since I have no say,
In the coming of the night
Or the passing of the day,
I am just a pawn, in a game of celestial chess,
Whose beginning and end I cannot guess.

I can only embrace the life I am given,
And wonder where from death I shall be driven.

prose&cons

Splitting within the Truth movement, and opposing views regarding Trump and Q, the left vs. right battle on the political spectrum, and the importance of critical thinking and staying open-minded...

Consciousness that has been asleep

Your willingness to explore
Structure that causes terror
Perfectly you obey

I would like to discuss illusion
Evil, yes and no, it is all designed
To aid you, it does not

Being unfeeling?
I don't think so

Because it is so vast
What each crystal feels
Sensitivity they cannot bear

This would question verbalized: Where am I?

Professor human nature
Compare indifferent
Has sometimes use

Wholehearted man were quoted meditations
Seen confluence turn recognition
Know metaphor stigma
Let human peace guide indicating

Physical manifestation consciousness
Want to hear pleasure to your being?
Your own truth believe

Those who consciousness seeks you
Serve time, time, condition; odd, add

Within longing yourself being
Is understanding found
Imperfect reality place authority
Dead all form belief
Planet of each

Never supposition places each kind
Dilemma's yourself
Things of remembering

Take world general reminiscense
The thereafter wrote you

I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you

Know that my beloved is hidden from everyone

Know that she is beyond the belief of all beliefs

Know that in my heart she is as clear as the moon

Know that she is the life in my body and in my soul

~ Rumi - 1207 to 1273

If we were living in rented accommodation, humanity would have been evicted ages ago

12 Rolando

But life as a whole doesn't care.

Humans, as the ultimate apex predictor has not yet grokked that. The meek shall inherit the earth. The bacteria, the viruses, the very simplest forms of life.

Then it will start again. The striving for primacy. The individual death battles. Perhaps bi-gender species will emerge again, and once again the personal will become politic(s)

Lament singing: An ancient tradition that helps people cope with trauma in the modern world

In Finland, lament singing is experiencing a revival, one sad song at a time.

Lament singing: An ancient tradition that helps people cope with trauma in the modern world -- Science of the Spirit -- 

To the people of Karelia,

souls and spirits born in beauty:

Through the windows were your green fields,

in the blue skies larks were singing,

saints and icons stood in silence,

watching over wooden log homes.

Kanteles echoed in the dark rooms,

and the stars blinked in the night sky,

but your thoughts were wrapped in darkness:

iron hail rained on your rooftops

A Walt Whitman Novel, Lost for 165 Years, Clues to 'Leaves of Grass'

In a Walt Whitman Novel, Lost for 165 Years, Clues to 'Leaves of Grass' is Being Revived -- Secret History  ...now comes another rich revelation: The anonymously published tale was nothing less than a complete novel by Walt Whitman.

There is something beyond our mind which abides in silence within our mind. It is the supreme mystery beyond thought.

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Knowledge protects: Those who read books live longer

Reading books is tied to a longer life, according to a new report.
Knowledge protects: Those who read books live longer 

Reading has been shown to put our brains into a pleasurable trance-like state, similar to meditation, and it brings the same health benefits of deep relaxation and inner calm. Regular readers sleep better, have lower stress levels, higher self-esteem, and lower rates of depression than non-readers. "Fiction and poetry are doses, medicines," the author Jeanette Winterson has written. "What they heal is the rupture reality makes on the imagination."

Poet Walt Whitman health tips unearthed

A trove of journalism by the great US poet Walt Whitman is being published online after lying in obscurity more than 150 years.

The 13-part series "Manly Health and Training" was written under a pseudonym for a New York newspaper in 1858.

It contains multitudes of tips on topics such as diet, sex, and hygiene.

The 47,000-word series, which survived only in a few libraries, was discovered in a digitalised newspaper database by a graduate student last year.

It is now being published by the online journal The Walt Whitman Quarterly Review.

US commentators point out that some of Whitman's health advice sounds surprisingly modern.

"Let the main part of the diet be meat, to the exclusion of all else," one entry reads - a exhortation that both The New York Times and Time Magazine say would be endorsed by today's paleo-diet advocates.

Whitman also recommended the general use of the comfortable shoes "now specially worn by base-ball players" - trainers, as we would call them today.

He also warned against the ravages of desk jobs. "To you, clerk, literary man, sedentary person, man of fortune, idler, the same advice. Up!"

Whitman is regarded as one of America's literary giants, but for many years he scraped a living as a journalist, and achieved success as a poet late in life.

He began writing "Manly Health and Training" for The Atlas, a small New York newspaper, after the flop of Leaves of Grass - a collection now recognised as his masterpiece.

Ed Folsom, editor of The Walt Whitman Quarterly Review, told the New York Times that some of the journalism echoes the themes of self-improvement and homo-erotic love that are central to the poet's work.

BBC