Category Archives: Cool stuff that moves me

Love: Quantifying the Unquantifiable

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The following post was completely inspired by my all-time favorite blogger, Mr. M (also known as the Great SprinklinThoughts). He happens to be my spiritual brother — my only brother — and a powerful human being with this mad-crazy, uncanny grip on all things meaningful. His recent piece moved me, and challenged me to dig deep deep down into the center of who I am — and examine just exactly what I’m made of. Read his post, and share your thoughts with him on his blog.

“Saying I Love You” by SprinklinThoughts

Then, if you’re still free for a second or two, swing back by here and let me know what you think.

Here is what I had to say in response to the question SprinklinThoughts inspired, “Why do we water down ‘love’?” (To paraphrase; why are we afraid to say ‘I love you’?)

There are two forms of love (this is the duality of love); worldly love, and spirit love. We could also look at is as conditional love, and agape love. Or human love, and divine love. Or limited love, and infinite love.

While there are undeniably a few highly enlightened human beings who have mastered an understanding of limitless, unconditional, divine agape love, there is an inescapable humanness in the application, or expression of that kind of love.

Due to the limitations of our carnal nature, even the most pure and holy of men will somehow fall short in the expression of agape love.

I find this motivating, however — not debilitating — to our practice of walking in this kind of love; speaking of this kind of love; holding on dearly to this sacred kind of love. We cannot run from purity just because perfection is unobtainable; that is all the more reason to pursue it doggedly; unabashedly; wildly, with all we’ve got.

People shy away from what they cannot comprehend. People are trepidatious of the unfamiliar… And in the case of “I love you,” everyone on the receiving end typically asks the internal question “Okay, what is this person wanting from me?” Tragic, that we have allowed our spirits to become so guarded and skeptical; and yet in this greedy and heartless culture we have collectively created for ourselves, it is the most practical and protective measure we subconsciously take to prevent any possible vandalization of what small sacredness we have managed to retain within ourselves.

I say we rise up and teach the world how to love again. How to love without demand, without expectation, without reason or justification.

I say we return to the holiness from which we came, and dwell in the vibration of agape sincerity, and give it without hesitation or reservation — and do it OFTEN.

I Got Somethin For Ya

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Super cool things, magical things; things unbeknownst to my wild-eyed mind have totally, truly been hap-happening.

No certain clue how this all has begun, but it has and it is and I’m tellin you some. Crazy. Awesome. People are now stepping stopping swinging by. My blog. No ascertaining why, but let me simply tell you:

My. Oh. My.

I’ll continue to spread all this lovesauce around; but this is the one I have got for you now. 🙂

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Waxing Poetic

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Waxing Poetic

I sat in the sunshine today
And heard the taste of laughter

It was one of those moments
When nothing else matters

Kind of like the time
The sirens went off in the middle of the night
For no reason whatsoever
Over and over, the incessant beeping
As an unwarranted warning
That life has its own sense of humor,
found in the sense it refuses to make sometimes

But then again, one plus two is blue
The sky’s reflection
Is the water’s reflection
Is also known as one plus two. Seriously. This is how everything, all of it, works.
The answer of the universe,
6×7=42

Finally, I get it.

Time hurried up and slowed down today.
And this time, I let it.

Funny how much peace lies in the not resisting.
I rested today too.
But it was lonely there in that feeling,
Silence, whose echo goes by a name I’ve long-since forgotten.

In the sun’s shining, there was anti-matter. I found some; it’s real.
Rather surreal, but you’d have to see for yourself to believe it. Kind of like the man on the moon. You should go there too. I hear the seasons are mild.

It is quiet again. Less lonely somehow. Children sleeping crickets with that cacophanous non-stop chirping distant dog barking and literally hundreds of locusts longing to mate. I hear them all: the dreams, the joy-noises of the night, the nature-made lullaby of earth and her lovelies. It feels so much like heaven in this instant. Trees. Leaves; I hear too how the wind makes them move. Moonlit twilight rendezvous.

I once felt sad, for I had no shoes.
Then I met a man who had no feet.

“Perspective,” wisdom whispers, “is everything.”

Breathe! Breathe in the air…

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Breathe! Breathe in the air…

We run circles around ourselves in attempt to maintain order amidst the increasingly chaotic and overwhelming responsibilities that govern our existence. We chase our to-do list into a perpetual tomorrow, as it snowballs itself into a mountain of unsorted papers of things we should have taken care of but couldn’t seem to manage to find the time to complete. We invariably waste hours of our lives attempting to sort through these paper Mount Everests hoping to eliminate the impending sense of dread and failure by minimizing the amount of random lists and consolidating them into one giant new list, but then we remember all of the things on today’s list that also never got taken care of because we were making an enormously pointless attempt at litter-reduction — which manages to accumulate into a deepening feeling of doom on our heavy hearts and frazzled minds. It’s a circle-jerk, for lack of a better term.

Being low in the attention span department myself, this is highly autobiographical and yet I know without hesitation that it speaks on some level to us all. With the million gadgets and trillion sources of non-stop stimulation, we have become (collectively speaking) a species of Now-or-Never. The to-do lists are less literal than metaphorical, but it seems notable that our brains have acquired the capacity to perform best when overworked. While that sounds appealing, I’m not actually convinced it’s true. I think our brains were made just fine to begin with, and we’re all lying to ourselves if we claim that overkill is a necessary factor in our own ability to process information and effectively conduct all of our affairs in the most optimal fashion.

I think you should give your synapses a break from the ongoing madness of when you were supposed to get what done at which place before whoever needs a ride to that one thing and then the world falls apart because you forgot everything except the list consolidation.

I think you should join me and turn your phone off, leave the emails for tomorrow, put your mind on pause and go for a walk. Go take a hot bath. Read a pointless book, for no reason other than soothing the soul. Make some real food, with fresh ingredients, take three hours to cook it if that’s your thing, with some perfectly ridiculously wonderful music playing while you do it. Barefoot. Naked. Whatever.

Take a moment (or five-hundred and fifty-seven moments, consecutively) to let your spirit remember what life is supposed to feel like. You know; alive.

I promise, the to-do lists can wait one more day.

 

http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mrojrDCI02k

 

a soul-vibration

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a soul-vibration

I am

Neon warrior
Fight or flight footsteps with the
Fragrance of femininity
Like the falling of autumn

On top of us
Inside myself

Various stages of what could be
What hasn’t been
What should be
…’yet’ is a purpose, not a place or a thing

Noun
But don’t they know love is a verb?
Things that no one has heard
The mind — not the ear — listens
Absurd

Supposing these suppositional pleas
Hungry
Where hunger is pure energy

Alive
In a life full of liveliest need
…Comets fly peaceably, never ask please

Shooting the stars
Above decibel sound
Measuring volume beyond what is loud

Proud

Becoming, as truth in its season
(I settle the undone-still parts of myself
Like scores, kept and measured)
But still within reason

Belonging not here and not there
And not ever
Heavy and clever
The past has been severed

Kept keen in the keeping;
A sharpening wit
As iron with iron
So knowingly sits
But not on a shelf

Here the purity dwells
Content with existence
Sent forth in an instant
No need to resist
In honesty: delve

Untucked and untied
And well-suited for pressure
An inclimate force
Too massive to measure

Pressing it down
Around on all sides
Rise, swiftly rise
Child’s love in the eyes

The here and the now
To both,
I am tethered

Seeing
…such an unnatural venture

Collecting the edges
Cut off, as with toast
The pain of it nothing
Of which I can boast

Wound. Have you ever?
A truest endeavor

Winding, unfolding
The mind and heart molding
A mind full with knowing
That freedom is bound

And happiness happens
…whenever, wherever
Much like awareness
Wrings out, ring around all this

Meaningful meaning
(The up search comes down…)
Horizons of newness
My happiness: now.

It’s me. In a shoe
Though I wear it quite well…
My mind and my passion
Comprise both the veil
And the failures

All seat themselves
First for the feast
On growth, as a principle
All of us eat

We should dance and be merry
Hold on and release

Like a heart that’s too bold
Within rhythm to beat
A synchronous schism;
The loneliest peace

Requiem likeness

Prelude is east
As far as the west is from… speaking of the

Teach

Encourage

Motion; a hymn.
So sing now, my soul
A melodious yin

Yes is the yang
Disappointment, a song
Embrace it and face it
My game face is on

There is no taking off
And no landing here, either

Laughter
It glows
Quietest joyfulness shows

These innermost parts
Of what matters the most
Only the spirit
Alone, can it know

God is my witness
No promises, though.

Yes’s be yes’s,
My no’s will be no’s

Centered and focused
Real
And I know

The self
Like no other
— (Or no other will, I have learned I am learning) —
The gap between now and tomorrow:
It slows

Life by assignment
Not chance

He devined it
On time and yet timeless

It is here and
I am.