More Rumi

...because he is that good, or at least I think he is...

THE STEAMBATH

Steam fills the bath, and frozen figures on the wall

open their eyes, wet and round, Narcissus eyes

that see enormous distances, and new ears

that love the details of any story. The figures dance

like friends diving and coming up and diving again.

Steam spills into the courtyard. It's the noise

of resurrection! They move from one corner

laughing across to the opposite corner. No one notices

how steam opens the rose of each mind,

fills every beggar's cup with solid coins.

Hold out a basket. It fills up so well

that emptiness becomes what you want.

The judge and the accused forget the sentencing.

Someone stands up to speak, and the wood of the table

becomes holy. The tavern in that second is actually made

of wine. The dead drink it in.

Then the steam evaporates.

Figures sink back into the wall, eyes blank,

ears just lines.

Now it's happening again, outside.

The garden fills with bird and leaf sounds.

We stand in the wake of chattering and grow airy.

How can anyone say what happens, even if each of us

dips a pen a hundred million times into ink?

Rumi poem

Rumi was a 13th century Sufi poet, my favorite poet thus far...on a whole different wavelength of thought. Oftentimes I feel like Rumi on days where my mystery school wanderings are too strange for words and evoke thoughts as strange or stranger. Some of his words are just plain weird and I find myself picturing vividly where he may have been when he had that thought. In short, hippy terms, "dude is a triiiiip."

EMPTINESS

Consider the difference

in our actions and God's actions.

We often ask, "Why did you do that?"

or "Why did I act like that?"

We do act, and yet everything we do

is God's creative action.

We look back and analyze the events

of our lives, but there is another way

of seeing, a backward-and-forward-at-once

vision, that is not rationally understandable.

Only God can understand it.

Satan made the excuse, You caused me to fall,

whereas Adam said to God, We did this

to ourselves. After this repentance,

God asked Adam, Since all is within

my foreknowledge, why didn't you

defend yourself with that reason?

Adam answered, I was afraid,

and I wanted to be reverent.

Whoever acts with respect will get respect.

Whoever brings sweetness will be served almond cake.

Good women are drawn to be with good men.

Honor your friend.

Or treat him rudely,

and see what happens!

Love, tell an incident now

that will clarify this mystery

of how we act freely, and are yet

compelled. One hand shakes with palsy.

Another shakes because you slapped it away.

Both tremblings come from God,

but you feel guilty for the one,

and what about the other?

These are intellectual questions.

The spirit approaches the matter

differently. Omar once had a friend, a scientist,

Bu'l-Hakam, who was flawless at solving

empirical problems, but he could not follow Omar

into the area of illumination and wonder.

Now I return to the text, "And He is with you,

wherever you are," but when have I ever left it!

Ignorance is God's prison.

Knowing is God's palace.

We sleep in God's unconsciousness.

We wake in God's open hand.

We weep God's rain.

We laugh God's lightning.

Fighting and peacefulness

both take place within God.

Who are we then

in this complicated world-tangle,

that is really just the single, straight

line down at the beginning of ALLAH?

Nothing.

We are

emptiness.

The Obama Deception HQ Full length version

This is long but well worth the watch...whatta bunch of palsy magicians we have ruling the most powerful nation in the world...shame sham shame sham

Conscious links...click click

Click these links and get educated...the further we keep regressing in food production the more destruction we cause to the health of future generations, and the more angry we make Mother Nature, and we all know angry mothers are not something you mess with.

http://www.organicconsumers.org/

http://internationaldecadeofnutrition.org/

Steps towards the awakening

In recent years there has been talk of a new "awakening" that is slowly spreading itself throughout humanity. I have been curious as to how this would be possible in a world with so much $$$corruption$$$ and $$$consumption$$$. The focus is shifting towards light ever so subtly I reckon.

It is easy to harbor many resentments for the evil motivations in our modern times but that only fuels the fire. Positive energy spreads just as rapidly. This whole "green/eco" revolution has slowly been taking over, and, although it may seem like a fad in many places, people are at least being woken up to issues that affect us worldwide. Recycling programs, hybrid cars, yoga, acupuncture, fake meat veggie restaurants, paperless banking, sustainable business practices and LEED (Leadership in Energy and Environmental Design) certification, me finally signing up for Greenpeace because I give a damn, celebrity (whatever the godawful tarnated po-tatered silly meaning of that word is) support, the rapidfire spread of information in the touch-me-touch-you touchscreen age is the little snowball rolling down the hill.

This is the era of the digital flower children!

I am constantly seeing peace signs everywhere on clothing. The energy is swirling. Slowly swirling. Like the dust particles that swirled to form the cosmos in the "beginningless past" (Kerouac reference).

Even the standard concrete brick hotel I'm staying in has a sign next to both sinks that says: PLEASE. Help us conserve water. (picture of a water droplet with a globe inside) Your assistance in helping us to conserve this precious resource is greatly appreciated.

I was pleased to find a copy of "The Teaching of Buddha" in the drawer next to the Bible (yuck) in the same hotel. This really confirms my belief in this new awakening...a perfect metaphor...Buddhism coming in for the takeover. Silly Catholicism, you are just not good enough simply because your whole basis is on being "good enough" instead of just plain "good". The first page of the Buddha book talks about the Wheel of Dharma, whose eight spokes represent the Noble Eightfold Path of Buddhism, the most important Way of Practice: right view - right thought - right speech - right behavior - right livelihood - right effort - right mindfulness - and right meditation.

The bare essentials of Buddhism are to do no evil, cultivate good, and purify one's mind. These are my own keys to happiness through a simple life.

In a pessimistic way this new age could be called the "organic manic panic" BUT it is at least spreading consciousness to the next generation of thinkers. The day I see fast food demolition party invites on Facebook will be the real turning point. Now we just wait for a few good'ol natural disasters for some population control, which is a sheer necessity, and a wide-eyed reality in which I hope I am in the right place at the right time with all my loved ones.

"Hatreds never cease by hatreds in this world. By LOVE alone they cease. This is an ancient Law"

-The Teaching of Buddha

Magical Mystery Tour 2010

There was a small earthquake after I was ten seconds into the airport. I felt a dizzy spell come on all of a sudden, legs all wobbly for a few seconds. I was in my catnap zone bubble all blankminded before a to-be-and-already-is-incredible adventure but finally noticed that beyond my zone other people were wobbling in their zones as well. Cool! an earthquake in good ‘ol southern Ca-li-for-nia.

A tense nervous rush came over the travelers like a wave, killing my Mother-Nature buzzzz. I envisioned the apocalypse - this was just the warning tremor – terror…what would concrete feel like in the splittled vittle of a second that it takes to phwwock me into oblivion? My soul would feel a pinch off that one even.

Out of harm’s way on the sunsoaked pavement I regained my feline state and beamed rays with a grin that was still waiting for the master quake. My subtle-technicolor hoodie (deep hood for maximum incognito) baked my chest to an ethereal wombwarmth with the help of the sun.

The airport was a buzz again within a few minutes because we are livin’ in an era of efficiency gosh darnit! Efficiency as in they use one desk agent to handle two customers at once since everything is done digitally on a kiosk and the desk agent is merely the preschool teacher showing you how to put the round peg in the round hole. I do not enjoy saying "yes" with my pointer finger at the lower bottom right of my screen. And what if I want to say "yes" with a purple star instead of a green pill? I felt uneasy knowing that I could handle this much faster manually.

Now I am jammin’ (no pun intended) to Bob Marley’s “Brain Washing” off the African Herbsman album off my iTunes off my laptop on my very free, very technologically advanced large pink and glo-green headphones the universe handed to me.

How simple is listening to the morning birds by the creek with head in the grass and in the clouds?

Speaking of brain washing, what is all this electromagnetic radiation doing to me?

Natural and synthetic are two vastly different energies. My life thrives in the natural. This I know. I am a descendant of cats, and dusty road wanderers, men of ancient wisdom, breathers of the freshest air and purest thoughts. Synthetic nature is only really a part of the last three generations and currently growing at heart attack rates of nuclear speed.

I sit here knowing that I have consciously decided to become intertwined in mostly synthetic nature for the next year. After almost a year of wonderous wanderings I will be a tiny cog in machine once again. The obvious motivation being money, and the desire to eventually exist with permanence in natural nature – pure. Sadly, it is money that is my means to a simple life (ha!).

A wise Uruguayan man once told me, “Sometimes you have to play the game.” Here I am, stepping onto the playing field. Luckily, I follow a different set of rules.

Purezenflow is almighty.

I intend to keep nature within my spirit, for I AM NATURE.

So therefore,

I hope to examine the nature of my spirit from within, while projecting it into the synthetic realm for the mutual benefit of celestial balance. Games are meant to be fun, after all.

I am blessed. This I know.

The blessing merely flows through me and back into the cycle. I carry this blessing consciously and use it as protection from involuntary energy battles with the unconscious. And now, on with the Magical Mystery Tour of 2010. . .

Random poem

I jotted this a few weeks ago...thinking of eternal love between two souls that keep finding each other in different lives as different forms, but always recognize the other as their lover.

Mad hattin’ adventures

Until we’re chit chattin’in dentures

Whisked away in a wild whirlwind

Heart beating like a child’s in a boy-to-girl grin

Alive, to say the least,

Complete polar opposite of deceased

Plush and proper fit, puzzle pieced