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One doesn’t have to look far today for pictures of dying children. One doesn’t have to go far to actually see dying children. Dying children are all around us. And we are the “lucky” ones.
I believe the more pain you can feel emotionally the more access you have to your humanity, which is our singular gift of existence. I believe one of the cruelest myths ever perpetrated on humankind is that pain is bad. If pain is a part of our humanity and we are taught that pain is bad or something to be avoided, well that doesn’t bode well for our species. Some may say that the ideal is a world without pain, some transcendental space where humans have overcome pain and exist as some ethereal entity painless, ascended perhaps. In fact the more I think about this and write about it the less desirable a world without…
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If “truth” is not the same
the world is lost
and screaming at itself
that it is not.
There’s only, ever, been, one way back
and that is to turn
and meet with all the deferred passion
that has been nipping at your heals
ruining your slumber
allied with your silence
home to your smallness…
you will need it
because the walls you’ve built are strong
and the fog is thick
and plenty of monsters abound
and you will be devoured
in silent forgetting
if you are not angry
and that is why you are so lost
because you have meant to be
and so you are.
Do not be lost.
I want to have a conversation because coversation is a good and real alternative to violence and because I want to contribute in a way that is non-violent and effective. The conversation wants to be about how to live together. It wants to be about how to live together better than we are now. It wants to be about life and the essence of life and what makes us human and what we want to pass on to our children and the the children of the world. It wants to be about leaving the world better than I found it. It means scratching the itch at the bottom of my soul, it means looking inward rather than outword for adventure and results. It means stretching and breaking the bonds of culture, society, tradition so that you can be free to experience them from the First Principle of self.
I think, therefor I am. I breathe, therefor I am.
There are many obstacles. Many stages. Each stage with it’s own legitimate fear and destruction and rebirth. Some obstacles are reason, logic and intelligence. The antidote to this obstacle is poetry and non-possesive beauty.
Rilke says to ask yourself what you cannot live without, he asks, “Ask if you must write” and if the answer at the bottom of the question is “yes”, begin to make your whole life about this with no concern for the reason, logic or intelligence of any of it. I see it as an honesty and faith in the First Principle of Self: That you are a being who has gifts that are more important than any other thing in your life and that your life is the consequence of your choices to live in or out of concert with those gifts.
I have been searching for these gifts since I was 24, I’ve been aware of them since I was 9 when I didn’t see them as gifts. I didn’t see them but I experienced them and maybe that’s why my life was so terrifying at times, because I experienced my gifts without seeing them.
My god, we are powerful creatures.
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Why force it?
Because if you don’t it won’t happen!
What if that’s not true?
What if it will happen,
no matter what you do.
no matter what you do.
Back to being…
Back to being
is where I want to be
So look now, my son, look deeply and gently
like Rilke would ask.
Look painfully and horribly
like Nietzsche would ask.
and claim what is yours.
The machinery is all connected
but it’s not the same.
Life exists on different planes
but you remain.
The mystery is at the transition
the points where ideas become actions
The key to a good life
Is being willfully uncomfortable.
I don’t think I’m ready.
But truly, that’s irrelevant.
So I believe my irrelevance
and make it relevant.
I make myself irrelevant.
It’s not like in the movies
in the fantastic entrails
It’s not what you think.
That’s probably why it’s messy.
It’s always messy.
That’s why neat freaks…
Freak me out.
What are those mother fuckers hiding?