CG as Muse

[zin]

Increase Your Thirst

It was Mary's painful need that made such a babe as Jesus
begin to speak from the cradle.
Whatsoever grew has grown for the sake of those in need,
so that a seeker may find the thing he sought.
If God most High has created the heavens,
He has created them for the purpose of satisfying needs.
Wherever a pain is, that's where the cure goes;
wherever poverty is, that's where provision goes.
Wherever a difficult question is,
that's where the answer goes;
wherever a ship is,
water goes to it.
Don't seek the water; increase your thirst,
so water may gush forth from above and below.
Until the tender-throated babe is born,
how should the milk for it
flow from the mother's breast?

Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi
translated by Camille and Kabir Helminski

[laughter]

Dec 9, 2015 11:57:57 GMT -5 laughter said:

Dec 9, 2015 10:29:42 GMT -5 someNOTHING! said:

Yes, one of the ways I used to see attention played out in nature was thinking about it in terms of atmospheric pressure.

When one's ignorant use of attention was completely absorbed in conditioned life below, there would be a low pressure system in which the air is loaded and weighty. In such a situation, one's view is cloudy/foggy/lacking clarity.

Whereas, when one is aware of how attention can be somewhat directed (i.e., from above) in everyday life, there would be a high pressure system situation in which the air is clearer. In such a situation, one can in the world though not necessarily of it. The view is clearer, freer, and even playful. Being primarily identified as awareness can be useful in that experiment.

When seeking Truth and the attention continues to dissipate into the mind's escapes that keep it from noticing and honestly owning up to one's worldly position in life (i.e., avoiding pain, seeking pleasure), there's very little chance for TR/SR to happen. Even if it is a speerichal practice that one is using, if it is being used to avoid pain and feel better, it is still in the rat race. Such a practices rarely allow that honesty and plain-spoken truth to be noticed, nor is such truthiness its actual intention. It is a worldly/physical practice. The value of practice depends on intent, but in the end, they all must be left behind and/or seen for what they actually are....not necessary.

To stumble into Truth, one tries to make oneself accident-prone. To do that, for a while one must disassociate from the mind's antics and delusional sense of primacy. If a practice happens, so be it. Maybe it will free attention from the worldly pursuits. Maybe it will bring attention to how Maya Monkey is running the show. And one day, doing nothing in particular, you might stumble onto somenothing.

walk the sand as fremen do
wending, winding, see it through
stumble here, lurch to there
seeking nothing, have no care
eventually the desert ends
the dry breeze there oh yeah it lends
a sublimating, clearing feel
of what's not false
of what is real

[laughter]

Jan 20, 2016 21:53:05 GMT -5 lolly said:

EVERY SUNRISE

I think about you, away for the day
I want to write a brand new song, on my own
Yet I think about you, so I try to call
But a recorded voice says it’s not on. I’ll write my song… about you

That’s all I can do, coz since I met you
You star in every line, my words and thoughts too, a love that grew
It’s a dream that came true, this life for me and you
Now every sunrise brings a day fresh and new, as morning dew … then it’s gone

Can I believe it’s true?
The moonlight makes me think I only dream of you
When you take my hand are you dreaming too?
Or is this really what the Gods had in mind for me and you… all along

Now I've got to be strong. I’m no longer on my own
I have found a love like I have never known
And my heart was grown, my mind was blown
My soul searched all through and space and time, and then I found you… on your own

How strange it seems
If this is real I wanna know, then what are dreams?
Only in my heart do I know what it means
There is more to life than I could have ever seen… when I think of you

So I think about you. It’s all I can do
And every sunrise brings a day fresh and new… then it’s gone

(** likes the same post twice **)

[zin]

I see... poets will write... this year, too...
money?
fame?
not much - maybe none...
but oh, the unknown reader!
you are the treasure!
keep smiling
crystal ball shows it  : )

[lolly]

The Scar



Here is my tale of life and death
Of nature's forces and mortal fear
Relax yourself now, and take a deep breath
While I tell you a story about this scar here

See on my left arm, just below the shoulder
There's a scar that goes right the way around
And this is the story
Of the day I nearly drowned

I was taken by the torrent
And tangled in old rope
I was tossed and tumbled and twisted and bent
I gave up all hope

I sank below the white wash
Into the waters muddy and brown
The thunder of the rapids spinning me round and round
I remember the sound the rocks were making
As the river washed them down

Only later I was told
That a knife had been used
To server the tether in which I was bound
That day I almost drowned

Then I was floating
The current took me for a ride
I wondered if I had died
I wondered if I was alive

I had to try my best
To swim for dear life
My left arm was lifeless
But I kicked none-the-less
And on one side
I used my right arm
To pull through the dark current
To where it was calm

I broke to the surface
I gasped in the breath
And with one armed I pulled
I swam, I fought, Life against death


My shoes were torn away
My clothing stripped from me
The rushing water took everything that day
And dumped it in the muddy sea
That could have just as easily
Been me

I can show you the scar
Where the rope wound tight
And without tearing the skin
Mutilated the muscle within
Took to the bone
In bondage was clasp
And held me there fast


Now, when I bend my arm
You will be able to see
The muscular deformity
That is now permanently
part of me

I knew I was home
Where that river had run
Where I nearly died
Where I was made naked on the riverside
Where someone saved my life
Using that old knife

So many years ago
I have the scar to show

[charliegee]

home

if you can't find me
I'll be home
love is home
and you are love

charlie giardino 1/28/14

[laughter]

What calls her out on those days?
The sun, the gulls, the salt air?
What calls her out on those nights?
The dark? The strays? The idle eyes that stare with mischief?
On the walk her eyes are open, but by the shore she stands in silence.

Snapshots capture a bar of the music
a composition with no beginning and no end
a melody that rises and falls in a dance of lyric that follows no pattern
but is anything but random

She tells a tale of lightness that the mind can't touch
The calling it does find her and in stillness does embrace
A reunion writ on water in the color of the Sun
A dissolution of a memory, the one that would deceive
And there with what did call her in that instant, she does breathe

[upsetter]

Joy

Joy is simple
I love jewelry
What can I do about it?

[laughter]

some sparkly shiny things are free

you can count how many diamonds have been dug out of the ground, how many facets to the sun can there be?



DeBeers buy's Cats, but there's no harvesting the glint from the water.

[zin]

Jan 30, 2016 2:24:18 GMT -5 laughter said:

some sparkly shiny things are free

you can count how many diamonds have been dug out of the ground, how many facets to the sun can there be?



DeBeers buy's Cats, but there's no harvesting the glint from the water.

"some sparkly shiny things are free": ..I think of this every day! Just looking at the sea or sky can fill hours. And the changes are so astonishing: golden, pink, blue - stormy, calm - noisy, silent - with birds, cats - in daylight, moonlight - or in the dark.. many, many shows!

For your (previous) poem and for this, I half-remembered something from Rumi, couldn't find it on the net, that's my pharaphrase:

"Be silent and let the ocean speak, let it speak so that you'll see what 'Word' is.."

*Really greetings to Rumi from here : )

[charliegee]

one-way ticket

I am just a passenger
don't know who will drive the bus
don't know where we're going
but there's room for all of us

we all have one-way tickets
though departure times will vary
there won't be a baggage line
there's nothing there to carry

the destination comes in view
as the road ahead gets clearer
some look back and turn to salt
looking in the rear-view mirror

the light before us turns to gold
as love prepares the way
the silence shimmers sanctified
as night yields to the day

every tear is wiped away
every worry quelled
a holy alphabet is formed
as every joy is spelled

time itself will fade away
the minutes slowly burn
every prayer is answered here
every lesson learned

god is mighty happy now
swinging on a star
he pours a drink for everyone
and lights his best cigar

we are all just passengers
no need to make a fuss
when everything is said and done
mercy drives the bus

charlie giardino 1/30/16

[laughter]

I bow low to the master! Seriously man, great one Chazz. With that rhythm and that wryness there just ain't no hint 'o dryness.

[zin]

"god is mighty happy now
swinging on a star
he pours a drink for everyone
and lights his best cigar"  (Charlie)



Bravo to you! I bow low, too!!

[charliegee]

thanks so much guys .. much appreciated ..

[charliegee]

used to be

don't know how to proceed
my life precedes my words
problem is the words are fading
truth is my love has grinded
to a halt .. ..

not the actual love
the expression of it
used to be the words flowed
like a steady stream
a ready dream of righteousness

used to be inspiration
was straight at hand
whether in the form of a person
or a memory, a hope, a dream
I still feel the shadow of things

they cast a long shadow
everything slows in its wake
I'm surprised that I'm not
bummed out at this turn of events
I've been through it before

every time there's a fear
a real fear that things have ended
and if it is to be, it is to be
as long as I proceed in love
as long as I lead with the heart

things will be fine .. ..

charlie giardino 1/31/16