Evolution and Balance

Interesting video. A thousand years ago, we didn’t live until 80 years old, population was under control, and human discovery was in the early stages of exponential growth, which continues to accelerate. If Darwin is right (and he is), humans will evolve imperceptibly closer to being able to thrive in an austere environment and more crowded spaces – the hierarchy of the species will change with longer lives. The paradox is that a prolonged life might actually kill us.

The paradox seems logical actually – every life’s journey is a march toward death. But “how we die” (whether stress or natural cause – if you differentiate the too) also evolves with our ability to survive longer. Have our advancements in foods, medical technology, weaponry, and manufacturing outpaced the evolution of our emotional and mental capacity to handle a longer life. The capitalism of evolution – it’s not the quality of life, but it’s length. The talus of mining gold from the masses, the chaff sifted from the wheat, is made of stress, which becomes abundant – eventually exceeding our stores of wealth.

Life itself, in this changing environment, has become fertile grounds for stress to flourish, as the “new dominant species.” As man seems to be the most intricate (some call it “advanced”) species in terms its level of consciousness, self-awareness with others, and craft for emotional manipulation – we have perhaps un-naturally accelerated our own evolution and even misshapen that for all species. Since stress is our offspring – how do we correct its course?

Imagine trying to make a vase on a wobbling potters wheel…the clay is disproportionally distributed and centrifugal force causes the form to collapse in our hands. The wheel of life is wobbling out of control; the Hopi Indians call this, koyaanisqatsi. What makes us unique from the Baboons is a profound awareness of where we come from and where we are heading – and the capacity to do something about it. We can true the wheel of life, one spoke at a time.

As the video closes, the researcher offers that correcting the course of stress is one of regaining the balance between “giving” and “receiving.” He and others understand that the dynamics of social hierarchy and the stresses both imposed and felt between its layers, comes full circle to effect all levels within the environment in time and space (us here and now and our posterity). The video suggests that we recreate our environments to not just prevent stress, but to take the time to see our environments as they are, just “differently.” If you don’t like the view, change your perspective…see the cities as a verdant forest of waving trees, the tides of love and strife in the world as “seasons,” and the malfeasance of others as minor squalls in natures magnificent storms.

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Two ways to die

There are two ways to suffer toward death… one as victim, the other as oppressor. One, a bodily loss and spiritual passing, the other a moral death and disfiguration.

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The Unchangeable Change

It is easy to forget, and impossible to know, that where we are today is the result of a change someone made or failed to make in the past.

They taught us in land navigation that the best way to never get lost is to shoot our azimuth (direction we wis
h to go) at the farthest object in the distance along that azimuth. “Keep your eye on it, and go.” Little, more near things get in the way; a tree, a house, a lake, but the same principal applies in circumnavigation. Pick a mountain peak, a tower, and go. 

As we unite to change society as a culture, it’s also important to consider how we engage the tempo of change within ourselves – our individuality. I may not be the perfect “person” today, but over span of my life, I can become more perfect through recalibration (change) applied to my own behavior. Extrapolating this across an eternity – if I recognize Karma, and my faith or religion embodies this – then perhaps the entirety of my imperfect life, is redeemed through continual moral recalibration; I become more perfect through the countless soul journeys and incarnations beyond the bounds of This – One – Life. The reasons of small change today may not become clear until another lifetime. And even then, the soul we’d become, would know little of what it chooses today… your soul “today” has the advantage of knowing. Personal change happens in the “now-ness” of being…there is nothing to wait until tomorrow for.

Within our True heart, is the compass of divine direction. Where is your heart pointing? Find the true unchangeable heart center, and it will navigate the changes around you. The unchangeable (immutable Truth) can cause change… can endure change, is the result of change.

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Ask

map-story-of-palestinian-nationhoodWhat’s on my mind lately? Thanks for asking.

I’m hungry; I cannot ask for food, I must ask for permission. I am hurt; I cannot ask for a doctor, I must ask permission. I’m safe under my tarpaulin roof; I cannot ask to remain where I live, I must ask permission. I was just asking “why”; now I cannot ask to them to stop beating me, it just is. My son is 9, he asks many questions; our school has been razed.

I have learned to not blink when a bomb goes off, all I ask is to close my eyes each night to the sounds of my father singing, my mother cleaning dishes in the basin. I don’t need to blink, but may I close my eyes in reposeful sleep, with the remembrance of my sister who, in slow motion, blinks one last time as the missile strikes. I ask to bury her…there is no land left for the living, let alone the dead.

I will not ask permission to be brave, and fearless, and humble, and perseverant, amidst all this death and destruction. You need no permission, ask me to teach you life, by living. Do not be inspired by my endurance of oppression, but rather my resilience to ask, to live. Ask.

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nature claims no morality

Dozens of people on their way home from work stopped and got out of their cars to witness this. A moment of simplicity... our hearts are prisms... keep them polished. And maybe after a storm comes through, you'll see your true colors arcing from the white light within.

Dozens of people on their way home from work stopped and got out of their cars to witness this. A moment of simplicity… our hearts are prisms… keep them polished. And maybe after a storm comes through, you’ll see your true colors arcing from the white light within.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Under this rainbow, slurs and missiles may volley…. but the beauty of nature has no borders, claims no race, religion, creed, or gender. In fact, nature claims no morality, because it IS morality. And in this case, we all stopped to remember that we are part of nature.

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Your Cat is Dead – Post Mortem

We reduce love to the sexy acts we do within it.  We clench the carnal, like a drowning man clenches a block of granite and would hope to float.  All our sojourner  has is his sock in his hand – a trailing remnant of monetized love with which he sickened the masses.  Were poetry beneath itself, I’d imagine a sequel, where he drops it as he boards the tube – the subterranean interstate that snakes through the hinterlands beneath the city. It’s an amusement ride through Dante’s Inferno, with etched plastic seats, eye watering redolence, and token concessions to pay our way through nine debaucherous stations.  Our western cat killer surfaces on the eastern side of the world, shoulder to shoulder with Virgil…they are cleansed with the light. 

Carnal love can be gender-cide.  And please spay and neuter your cats; you may just have an enlightened lover ready to ascend – leaving behind an open door.   

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The Key within a Key

We said we’d wake before the sun
How many times had we done this before
…woken to silence,
with no words to speak
no other beside us to hear our
plaintiff notes, fears, and wishes.
None
but those that were lost to our minds
waiting to be unleashed in dreams.
Hungry thoughts
that pace the cage of the consciousness
Like a circus tiger
inches in front of you, but miles away.
We woke
that we might find closeness
that we might find freedom
A companion waiting
poised in an auspicious moment
graceful in the waning night and solitude
standing before the soul of another
having only to create or fall back asleep.
Oh to love purely like this
through the bars between us
that were built by others.
And feel the hand of hope reaching in
past the dormant guard of darkness.
It is how I am to release myself,
to release another
For the key to their heart
is locked within my own.

Epilogue

“Surrender” picks the lock
of an imprisoned heart
Fear not what approaches
He’s relieved the guard

What stirs this night
Is just a man
Here before,
Has come again.

He takes the shape
Of a loving calm
Cup bearer, sweet wine
Dhul Jalal Wal Ikram

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Love is a Steady Wind

Love is a steady wind
that erases what we know of it
as soon as we try to grasp.
It is pre-eternal wisdom,
named by God,
whispered only in the heart.
A feather softly landed.
Let it lie.
Ti’s an attribute of another name.
Eternal light,
Not intermittent flame.
When called through lips
A sound, a kiss became.
When a breath says “love”
It’s lost to winds,
Only to land
if it flies again.
Of this fierce glow
that Love and You
Within my breast inspire,
The Sun is but a spark that flew
And set the heavens afire.

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What They Say

It’s not always what we say with these lips…

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I am just one wave

I am just one wave in the ocean that tumbles and fades on your shores

my true love is the tide that retrieves me and bades me, “return, come again, try again.”

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