I wonder if time is measured differently during moments of beauty.
If it spins out, webbing itself against the dimensions.
Does it hold, grab, freeze, otherwise reverse what we know as time?
Does it still the giant within us, in this day and age, that lunges toward negativity?
I do know moments of beauty are crystal clear and indescribable to the greatest extent. They hover, almost outside of our vision even when within, pulling at the reaches of our heart.
Sometimes, it is ok to write for the sheer pleasure of writing, what I otherwise call the unleashing.
It is then also ok, to step into the quiet space.
When I studied Kabbalah, a huge portion of what I studied was to be in a place of no judgment.
Intellectually, I could not grasp it, isn’t having an opinion always a judgment?
Or is it what you do with that opinion? If you breath life into it, if you fuel it without regard for where the recipient may be standing?
Do we have an underlying obligation to understand our audience before we judge? Before we opine? Before we cast the sword of unilateral intent?
I believe we do.
I know the power and the damage of words.
I know the importance of standing up, not just for oneself, but for countless others.
I also know, words are like stones cast, they are sure to land somewhere, and who are we at the end of the day, to dictate what someone else should feel?
I don’t know.
I know it is unfair to suffocate another’s heart, another’s opinion, I wonder, can we suffocate in reverse? By not adding more words, timber, to the fire, do we suffocate those who need that interaction?
Perhaps.
Where is the balance then? How do we learn to not judge? How do we learn to not judge in our not judging?
Take One. The Additive Factor of Morality: Those that feel that they have lived a blameless life, have not examined the spaces in between the moments.
-copyright 2007: S.E. Designs
Can I write to you now? A lapsed Catholic?
Can I write how I feel you infuse our world with energy? Miracles that in the short years to come will be commonplace?
Do I have the authority to write anything in regard to you?
Is it enough I feel your love for humanity in my heart?
Is that enough to allow me to share?
Dear Mary:
I type on a keyboard that is not my own. Which means I must keep my eyes open, I must see the visible, to make it comprehensible what my point, what my hope is to be.
You know of course that when I write and type I do so to music with my eyes closed, let the words fall where they might? I believe only in the purity.
Sometimes Mary, I take a meandering path, I go up mountains and hills, slay dragons, and this is before even my first cup of coffee. I would not write about some of the dragons I have slayed, because to be frank, most would think it was a made for Hollywood series.
A film.
Moments in life that must be made up, because how could they be true?
Simply, because I have lived them, and yes, Mary, it is possible I have misconceived some of my own experience, but I can tell you, I have not misconceived it all.
So I say to you, Mary, Mother, wise of all others, thank you – I know you continue to love us even if we have disavowed the cloaks of religion we were born into, isn’t it the Catholics that had your birthday wrong?
Mary, I stand as testament to your miracles.
Mary, I was scared for a very long time to acknowledge you because I disavow organized religion, but you have shown me, you are only about the purity of love, of our hearts.
Namaste Mary, I greet you.
So few are these moments, listening now, late at night, work tomorrow, Opera, a silence again within the spaces, rivers of words find themselves upon the page, three pages to be exact, untitled…
1.
Holding onto children
the fear they will grow
away from you
remote
is as if
stuffing
spun cotton
sugar
into your pocket
to save for another
cold day
2.
I want to hear your words
as pictures
translated
visual
then I can see
your thoughts in between
where your mind stutters
stammers
filling in the gaps
between our language
my hair
now falling
pieces on my arms
I mistake such occurrences for insects
only
age
3.
What happens
when your stories
of stories
have become more familiar
to me
than
to you?
Welcome to the Earth, where we do things our way.
Trouble is…many of us don’t know why we do most of the things we do at all.
Today, on Ronnie’s Out of My Head Blog she asks what should be a simple question: what would happen, if for a day, we stopped our normal behaviors and instead turned toward loving kindness and healing?
I’m still pondering her thoughts…here, take a peek of just a few of her thoughts on this matter and let us know what you think………….
May 19th, 2007 by Ronnie Ann
I just wrote about this in a comment and wanted to share it with all of you. This is about something far more important than just television. It’s about where we put our energy.
Do we use it to build wonderful things that help heal and provide joy or do we use it in a negative way, tearing down the efforts of others? Although clearly acting as the spoiler for American Idol has been entertaining to the creators and friends of Vote for the Worst, it’s still working on negative energy since it spoils the fun for so many others.
I always wonder what kind of world we’d have if everyone – for just one day – put their energy toward loving each other – loving all mankind – and healing the planet. I know that’s corny, but damn it…just imagine! As John Lennon said:
“Imagine all the people
Living life in peace…
You may say I’m a dreamer
But I’m not the only one
I hope someday you’ll join us
And the world will be as one.”
Do we always have to be doing things that take away from others? Can’t we stop being so self-absorbed and short-sighted and instead think about how our actions affect others – and even how aiming our actions toward the negative affects who we are as people?”
Perplexing isn’t it? And that is just a part of her longer post. Why should a thought so forthright and so “right” take so much thought to figure out how to kick it into existence?