Impossibly Precise

hurdling

This was inspired by a poem written by Teacher/Friend, Adya. Enjoy.

I am the Impossible

Never before have I been dreamed

What I’m here to achieve

The world has not once before seen

But there’s a chance This has been felt

For feelings translate True

And there’s a rhythm That has been felt

For the beat-beat bounces through

From Within the whole Either

Through With-in the Out, from Blue to Blue

No matter how Impossibly precise that may be

Guess what, Moth Uh Fuh Kahs?

I am the Impossible Truth!

I am a Love Divine!

I am the Best I’ll ever be!

And that travels through each’N’every second of Time!

Broken Miscellanea

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Broken? Torn? Strained? Tell me, tell me, tell me your pain… Battered? Twisted? Shattered? Tell me, tell me, tell me your name… Busted? Troubled? Shafted? Tell me who, tell me how, tell me what happened…

Broken miscellanea

filed in with existence

Should we rise up and Love

None of this torture

Would’ve

Existed

Broken? Torn? Strained? Tell me, tell me, tell me your pain… Battered? Twisted? Shattered? Tell me, tell me, tell me your name… Busted? Troubled? Shafted? Tell me who, tell me how, tell me what happened…

Pumpkins sang,

no they screamed

“Despite all my pain,

I’m still just

a rat in a cage”

Just chorus

of echoes

And you know

it’s all a part of the game.

Broken? Torn? Strained? Tell me, tell me, tell me your pain… Battered? Twisted? Shattered? Tell me, tell me, tell me your name… Busted? Troubled? Shafted? Tell me who, tell me how, tell me what happened…

Level Up

I be on that next level,

my powers up, with skill points left to redistribute,

so on to the next one, more experience points out there to acquire, so many more levels, gotta get up and go, do it before I expire.

Save game, load game, a mind closed off is insane.

Go against the grain to be tougher, go with it to be wiser, so much more to grow, I have to know, I have to go, I have to grow.

But this is no longer a player one ready operation, no, no, no, it’s now a two player co-op-portunity.  Do we leap or do we crawl.  Shall we fly or will we fall?

I don’t know, but then again, neither do you.  I suppose that’s how life is, I suppose time will tell…

Without Which, We Are Nothing

“Then there is the question of dying, which we have carefully put far away from us, as something that is going to happen in the future – the future may be fifty years off or tomorrow. We are afraid of coming to an end, coming physically to an end and being separated from the things we have possessed, worked for, experienced – wife, husband, the house, the furniture, the little garden, the books and the poems we have written or hoped to write. And we are afraid to let all that go because we are the furniture, we are the picture that we possess; when we have the capacity to play the violin, we are that violin. Because we have identified ourselves with those things – we are all that and nothing else. Have you ever looked at it that way? You are the house – with the shutters, the bedroom, the furniture which you have very carefully polished for years, which you own – that is what you are. If you remove all that you are nothing.

And that is what you are afraid of – of being nothing. Isn’t it very strange how you spend forty years going to the office and when you stop doing these things you have heart trouble and die? You are the office, the files, the manager or the clerk or whatever your position is; you are that and nothing else. And you have a lot of ideas about God, goodness, truth, what society should be – that is all. Therein lies sorrow. To realize for yourself that you are that is great sorrow, but the greatest sorrow is that you do not realize it. To see that and find out what it means is to die.”

~ Jiddu Krishnamurti

I found this quote on MindUnleashed.org, in a post highlighting some of the teachings of Krishnamurti, today.  I found the post some time ago and have not closed the window on my screen since, going back to it periodically, perusing its depths for insight.

Reading this today really struck a chord because of all the things going on right now in my life.

It’s good at home.  We (myself, girlfriend, and 2 cats)  like our home, we love each other. Yet, like the one cat who meows when she wants something, we want something, something more, we just aren’t sure what.

Beneath, there is this sense that there is more to discover, there are new ways to grow. We just haven’t quite gotten there.  And that’s okay.  It seems to me that the time between making a decision and the action that follows, can be like crossing an ocean.  Time is relative and I suppose it all comes down to how we travel along the journey.

I’m getting older.  I feel it in my bones and ligaments.  I sense it in how I look back at what events and how my responses feel different than in the past.

I’m about 9.5 years older than my girlfriend.  I think she feels the older part too because she has shared sensing the changes within herself also.

I’ve crossed the threshold from 30 to mid-thirties in the blink of an eye, with a large volume of change coming with it.  Sometimes, I’ll talk with people and they tell me that I’ve done alot and yet, there is this sense within me that I can do more.

Is it my Ego?

Is it my Spirit?

What is my Truth?

As I go back to Krishnamurti’s words, each time I enter into something new, I die, I change, I transform.  And there is great sorrow in the transition.  There are goodbyes, some long, some short, some sweet, some bitter.  It’s all of that and then some.

As we determine where we head next,let us honor the deaths as they come.  Let us reflect on saying the longest goodbye to who we were when we walked through the door in the first place.

In many ways, I think that’s what holds us back.