Friday, April 26, 2013

Believe (Be)

Believe. Believe in great benevolent forces. Believe in Love. Believe in Friendship. Believe in Compassion. Believe in Truth. Believe in Wisdom. Believe in Knowledge. Believe in the power of Imagination. Believe in Beauty. Believe in Passion. Believe in the Impossible. Believe in Purpose. Believe in the Transmutation of all things at all times. Believe in the everpresent warm embrace of the Universe.
But most of all... believe in Yourself.

To Enjoy

"To enjoy good health, to bring true happiness to one's family, to bring peace to all, one must first discipline and control one's own mind. If a man can control his mind he can find the way to Enlightenment, and all wisdom and virtue will naturally come to him." -Buddha

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

We Don't Need

We don't need more cameras aimed at citizens. We need more cameras aimed at politicians.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

Unique Can Be

I am an original. I am writing this as it comes. I am no empty headed zombie looking to be used and controlled. I am unique. I feel and think about many, many things pertaining to humanity and its many dormant gifts.

I paint as well but have not painted as much as I used to. I really should start it up again. Now, right now. Yep.

Blue and yellow swirls are what I often imagine cloaking the minds of the general public. It isn't often that they understand or are aware of this. But I do believe they try as much as is possible. Whatever that means.

I'm not looking forward to old age but I've come to accept it as an inevitability. If I end up living a hermetic lifestyle then so be it. I've never been one to frequent fascist night clubs or superficial gatherings. I know they do have some merit but only if one is seeking a cheap sexual encounter. Even then there is no guaranteed outcome.

Expectations cause a lot of turmoil. People either expect too much or expect too little. Then when things don't go their way they get all disappointed or frustrated or enraged. They make mountains out of potholes. They enjoy it.

Silly, silly people. When will they learn to appreciate what they already have? I suppose such a question can only be answered quickly and without much consideration. That and people tend to ignore rhetorical questions. Or what they believe to be rhetoric.

I am currently reading Tolstoy and others in an effort to gleen some kind of insight into the behaviors and manners of unconsciously aware peoples. I guess that itself is an expectation but I'm open to it morphing into something else.

I shall soon be 30 years of age and am glad to still be intact on this beautiful Earth. I am an original. One of billions.

My perspective and personality remain my own. Interconnected but unique as unique can be.

Friday, April 12, 2013

People

"The people of the Earth shall meet the people of the Universe." -Edgar Cayce

Impediments

Feelings of prejudice and hatred and the infliction of emotional and physical cruelty are impediments to spiritual growth.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Tolstoy

"The aim of an artist is not to solve a problem irrefutably, but to make people love life in all its countless inexhaustible manifestations." -Leo Tolstoy

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Saturday, April 6, 2013

We Need Love

"We need love, we need beauty, and we need at least passing acquaintance with eternity. To the soul these are absolutes, and yet in modern life these three graces of life are values largely neglected. We reduce love to interpersonal relationship and then treat relationship as an emotional problem... The soul longs for love that is unconditional, unending and without tangible object." -Thomas Moore

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Wasteland of a Wasteland

In this barren wasteland of a
Wasteland
We profit from
Nothing
Tangible
In this wasteland
We make toys from plastic moldings of
Maniacal dictators' wings
And our minds
Oh our precious, beautiful minds
Are subjected to the most rancid
Diatribes & fluctuations
To ever be produced by
Western civility
Oh it all seems unbearable
At times
Yet we trudge onward
In this barren wasteland of
A
Wasteland
Things could be better
Things shall be better
Things must be better
Tomorrow
Than
Today
But tomorrow mustn't be
The main objective
Lives cannot be transmuted
Overnight
One generation must not hope to
Survive
And enjoy the spoils of another
Generation
Until
The last grain of sand has been filtered
And turned into
Fertile
Fecund
Ground
......
In this wasteland we do live, laugh, love
And play
In this wasteland we must not forget
Or stray
....
Beauty is within
All is
Within