Free Will

                         Men cut their hair-
Men cut their hair to show hate and depair, a skinhead as clear as the
as a swastika there.
Men cut their hair to show Budha is there, a monk enlightened wanting to
share.
Men cut their hair just to feel the night air on hot summer day it is
better to wear.
These are the reasons men cut their hair.

Men grow hair long-
Men grow hair long when they are feeling a song, they find peace in their
heart with the hair they won't part.
Men grow hair long to braid with a feather, to bond with an eagle a tribe
is forever.
Men grow hair long too busy in life, till they are reminded to cut it by a
bothersome wife.
These are the reasons men grow their hair long.


Men are born with little hair at all, to cut it
or grow it, that is our call.

Saint Eule

Foretell

Were it pleasing to others foretell,
A life so simple yet sweet.

No matter if it were,
The day is almost complete.

My choices were made and abide,
None the lesser and many more.

Tonight the dream world,
Shall open its door.

The crumbs that were salvaged ,
those inkling thoughts shall awake.

And during the night an new adventure
will the illustrator make.

What are dreams for ?
foretell?

Leaps and Lillies

Many will view Walden's Pond as a great American masterpiece. To escape out in the woods and live in cabin beside a pond observing nature. Then writing about the transcending experience of your own inner most feelings about nature.

This is not the modern day campground where we are still in nature and experiencing it with others, still a good experience. Henry David Thoreau lived there for two years and it was land owned by Ralph Waldo Emerson who often call Thoreau his best friend. They often encouraged each other to write natural experiences.

Why did the transcendental movement die out as we seldom hear of it except in American historical writing. Actually it never did even the Indian Gandhi was inspired by Ralph Waldo Emerson. Who were these great men ? The were those who believed it was responsibility and a right to be able to think on ones own. To be an individual - unique. I have another blog stoneintime which is more about religion and uniqueness which is temporarily off line for grammar and I have decide to remove religious inference that may offend.

 Leaps are made by thinkers - it would be also coined a leap of faith. his is not a gamble or chance- a leap is more an educated guess. More of a probability than a possibility in my mind practically anything is possible and most likely what is practical is most likely.

Common sense is wisdom that is basic for survival. To me it is like the frog and the lily the from leaps toward the lily which common sense says there is a firm pad holding it up. A nice lily pad is a great place to catch bugs attracted to the aroma of the lily.

Transcending is not religiosity or spirituality though either can lead to it. Transcending is best described in the mind consciousness model. You become more conscious of nature therefore it is scientific and you become more understanding of wisdom so it is philosophical also. You can see transcendence in most great thinkers. I personally call them stones in time , unique thinkers that cause ripples in the pond.

Transcend or melt the jello

I spent dozens of years studying and commenting on religiosity. It appeared with each view came a separation. Sometimes we run in a gnostic that has no particular view it seems. Others were so quick to discard your friendship if you you did not condescend. Agree and you are accepted into the conclave of the particular morbid organism. It is an organism not an organization. It grows , it digests , it needs nourishment - It is religiosity.

Then one day a transcending thought came it felt like freedom. The mind became isometric - it wanted exercise to be strong.

I started to seek others that had transcended found the few that had wrote lovely poems and stories, even parables. Were the poems real, the stories real or the parables. Who knows - they were transcending. Some would be ancient wisdom of Chinese scholars, some would be stories of Hindu gods or parables of Jesus. Even the wisdom of the Buddha or something found in a song.

It was all in motion - sometimes in the dance or an exercise. Then I met the melted jello - a man who believed in nothing. Even religiosity was better than melted jello. The doubting Thomas , the student of one viewpoint. The one who saw only one side of a coin , no Ying or Yang. The earth was still flat and soon the jello was to be a puddle. The sphere , the bounce , the motion all gone - even the flavor.

If the brain is a bowl of jello only the mind can give it flavor and keep it - keep it from melting, THINK.

The sublime

I barricaded my mind from the sublime,
There were wolves at the door.

They circled about with drooling lips,
Some were familiar others strangers.
There was a primordial voice nothing seemed real.

Then my consciousness expanded peace came.

The angels guarded my mind as if a sacred gem.
They presented it to a heavenly being.

Then again my consciousness expanded harmony came.

 

To be or not to be

 William Shakespeare early 1600's


To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether 'tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing end them? To die, to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor's wrong, the proud man's Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveler returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o'er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia. Nymph, in all thy Orisons
Be thou all my sins remembered.

A twist on conscience - I remember the first great sin. Having lived a full live on both side of the fence. Embracing the first maiden of my youth not knowing what to expect. Two cherubs along the mountainside not knowing much about life except what we were about to experience. Both in agreement , both young our bodies embraced. Was this the evil I was told about it felt so warm and natural. Yes - and forever remembered another part of life. It would have been more meaningful and lasting had there been a sacred bond only we were just two youths entwined in a moment.

As so many of us had experienced to puzzle over the human condition. After all we are only human.

The Grassy Road

Inspiration for this blog come from one of my favorite poets Robert Frost.

The Road Not Taken TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;          Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,          And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.          I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

 It is a simple poem with deep meaning about life. We can follow the path that is worn and heavily travelled or one that is seldom travelled , grassy. We are often stuck in the traffic and the smog sometimes even gridlock. Yet - we could have made a choice to live a simpler more serene live.

go green,
Earl.