Thanks Julie for reminding us how powerful is truth telling. So powerful, in fact, that we must summon great “courage” to see it, let alone, speak it. Perhaps, that is why the “truth sets one free”. Courage is the prime mover for everything else that is important….
Not unlike waking up to a breath of fresh air! I think you’ve indeed created the community you wanted, and continue doing the “work” to keep it growing. I’m quite glad to have found my way here. “Bounce” sets a good tone for my day. Thanks for making me aware of Julia Cameron. Her life reminds me of Leonard Cohen’s lyric, “There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
We are so glad you are as well, Gary! :) I'm really enjoy Julia Cameron's writing. Thank you for sharing Cohen's lyric...so true. Enjoy your day and bounce on! :)
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to Atyzze
For real, an AI emotional support response? Do you know that political correctness is a terminal spiritual disease:-)? Did you ever watch any of the Terminator movies :-)? Did you ever read Orwell's 1984?.
[–]from Atyzze
yes to all your questions :)
To Atyzze
You could have fooled me, based on what your AI dreamed up :-). Perhaps your AI should run for president, and pope, too, and gobblygook everything up even worse :-)?
I put your post today and our AI rabbit hole back and forth under it into a post at my mock presidential campaign blog today: The Redneck Mystic Lawyer for President on the Unicorn ticket. Graveyard serious spoof.
Some drivel that wormed its way out of me one word at a time, or burst out of me as fast as I could write it into my journal.
"Living Poets"
Dead poets are poets who never write
Who obey shoulds and oughts
Who live to please others
Who value money over God
Who die without ever having lived
Death is their mark
Dead poets are remembered by the living.
Living poets are remembered by time
Dead poets never sing their song
Living poets never stop singing it
The difference between the two is this:
One worships fear, the other life
To be a dead poet is hard
It requires being someone else
To be a living poet is easy
It only means being myself
One choice is hell, the other heaven
That is what is meant by free will
(1991)
"The Mockingbird"
I happened upon a mockingbird
singing its fool head off –
I asked it how and why it sang?
But all it did was look ahead,
all it did was sing.
It never turned to see if I was watching,
or listened for money jingling in my pockets,
or asked if I liked its music,
or expected a recording contract –
It was too busy singing
to pay any attention to me.
Thus did I learn
the greatest sin of all
is to kill a mockingbird.
(1992)
“Black Diamond, Yellow Rose”
Black Diamond, Yellow Rose,
Odd couple until inside I see,
Black Diamond feeds Yellow Rose,
Yellow Rose loves Black Diamond,
Will and Heart,
Heart and Will,
Black Diamond, Yellow Rose
(1993)
“Rainbow Fusion”
Black is white,
White is black,
When they fuse,
Rainbows bloom.
(1993)
“Rainbows” (fragment of original poem)
Rainbows know no master.
Fueled by Father Sun
They touch Misty Earth
Only Heaven knows where.
Rainbows are more shiny than silver
and more brilliant than gold,
More valuable than diamonds
and more precious than pearls.
Rainbows paint heavens beautiful,
Make angels sing.
Rainbows are you, and me,
Full spectrums of Infinity
blazing across Eternity.
Rainbows are now.
(1993)
“God’s Gifts”
God’s gifts are not for sale, but are given freely to angels, saints, sinners, devils and fools alike, because all are God’s children.
(1993)
“Crooked Hose”
He is but a crooked hose through which living water flows, first to straighten him out, then to water a few other birds of the air and some lilies of the field.”
(1994)
“The Poet”
He is the paper, the ink his blood, the pen his soul, and the poet is God.”
(1994)
“Rules”
Who invented the rule that poetry must rhyme, have pentameter, be cast into verse? Yes, who invented that really silly rule? Surely it wasn’t the maker of the first stone — otherwise there’d be no stones to break all those slaving rules!
(1994)
“The Pearl”
He feels deep beauty in the dark pool from which his writings flow. She clings to him like fine silk, precious oil. She feels solid, compressed, like . . . a black pearl, growing from inside out, ever larger with each stroke of his pen, pushing her precious waters over her banks into his dreams and life. (1994)
“Rosa Mystica”
Rosa Mystica,
Sweet Mystery,
Bride of Christ,
Living Water
without which
God is dead
and there are no rainbows.
(1994)
“Sacred Prism”
Earth,
The sacred prism
through which souls are refracted
into their elemental parts,
Purified in Holy Fire,
The one-forged
and sent on their way
to not even God knows where,
Simply because they are all
Unique Emanations of God,
Evolving . . .
(1994)
“Tree of Life”
The Tree of Life grows not
on the battleground of good and evil,
But in a quiet meadow
beneath a beautiful rainbow
that knows not right or wrong.
(1994)
“Mission Nearly Impossible”
Only fools rush in
where angels fear to tread,
But if there were no fools,
Who’d lead the angels?
(1994)
“Initiation”
Shaman you now are.
Angels walk beside you
and call you their brother,
Even as you curse the heavens
for making you one who wields the lightning.
Be kind to your brothers and sisters,
But take no prisoners –
Kill them all in my name,
As I have killed you,
So you and they might live.
(1995)
“Love and Truth”
Love without truth is weak,
Truth without love is harsh,
Two side of the same coin,
They live together,
Or die.
(1995)
“Paradise”
All fig leaves burn
All ugly seen
All pain loved
All truth beauty
All people one
All time now
(2000)
“The World's Greatest Failure”
I know what it is
to love fully,
have my heart broken by death
and by loved ones’ rejections,
Over and over again,
So I can love even more.
I know what it is
to be engulfed in pain,
Awash in evil,
Terrified, enraged, despaired,
Believing God has again forsaken me,
Then be given the truth
that again makes me free
I know what it is
to doubt,
Be lost and wandering
time and time again,
Then be rescued yet again
and my faith grows deeper.
I know what it is
to blindly trust,
Then be destroyed by betrayed
time and time again,
Until I trust only God.
I know what it is
to have much
and be completely of this world,
Then have it all taken away
and be in the world but not of it.
I know what it is
to fail in this world,
And fail and fail and fail:
The world’s greatest failure,
I can serve only God.
I know what it is
to give and give and give and give;
I cannot stop giving
because giving is receiving.
I know what it is
to explain God
time after time after time again.
Something demands I keep explaining:
Maybe someone will listen,
Maybe me.
“I AM A MAN”
I am a man.
I said,
I am a man!
What means it,
being a man?
A man is a warrior:
he lives by a code of honor,
his word is reliable,
his actions confirm his words,
his commitment is holiness,
his enemies are welcome at his hearth,
he fears but moves forward,
he cries and gets up again,
he hates but forgives,
he loves and let’s go,
he doubts but trusts God,
he’s a good friend,
he seeks resolutions,
he demands nothing,
he risks everything,
he regrets his mistakes,
he seeks to make amends,
he puts others’ welfare first,
he accepts apologies truly made,
he expects nothing back,
he lives ready to die,
he laughs when he “should” scream,
he screams when he “should” laugh,
he sings just because,
he shrugs off insults,
he learns from misfortune,
he cusses God for making him,
he wishes he was done,
he loves children and animals,
he relishes a woman’s scent,
he smiles when he’s content,
he knows God’s his master,
he walks in rainbows,
his garden is the world,
his way is nature,
he loves fishing,
his wife is his soul,
his food is life,
his pay is whatever he receives.
Yep, he’s crazy.
(2003)
“SHANGHAIED”
A calling to serve carries its own wisdom,
which legitimates both the calling and the serving
so that the two are one:
Only the one called to serve
can know this wisdom,
and for some who are called
the knowing comes easily,
while for others the knowing is a fiery baptism.
Each calling is different,
and while some callings can be declined,
others cannot,
and those whose calling is without repentance
know they are in it for the duration of the calling,
and while others may try to persuade them out of it,
the calling for ones such as these always prevails;
thus is it advised to all called for keeps
that they view their calling as a blessing
even when it seems at times to be a curse,
and that they try to reconcile the loss of their captain status
and allow the Spirit of God to man the helm of their ship
and be glad and willing crew members thereon,
knowing that all sailing ships of souls
need a crew as well as a captain
to maintain and navigate the ship through
seas of many tones, depths and flavors;
so consider each league sailed
as part of the overall journey
going to where the captain deigns to go
by using whatever winds and sea currents available
I don't think I can take credit for what wrote itself and I simply tried to keep up, realizing as the verses came, they were my life path and that I was going to be stretched, stretched, stretched.
Speak truth to power
And “they” will lose their status
Including “Aunt Phoebe”.
Thanks Julie for reminding us how powerful is truth telling. So powerful, in fact, that we must summon great “courage” to see it, let alone, speak it. Perhaps, that is why the “truth sets one free”. Courage is the prime mover for everything else that is important….
Oops last line has 6 syllables. The truth. Lol.
Love it. Call her "Aunt Phoeb" to get the five. LOL!
My “haiku” guru…thank you❗️
so fun! Thank you!
I love your message here Clark. "Courage is the prime mover" so good! And so much truth. Thank you again and for sharing each week. I'm grateful.
♥️
Not unlike waking up to a breath of fresh air! I think you’ve indeed created the community you wanted, and continue doing the “work” to keep it growing. I’m quite glad to have found my way here. “Bounce” sets a good tone for my day. Thanks for making me aware of Julia Cameron. Her life reminds me of Leonard Cohen’s lyric, “There is a crack, a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in.”
We are so glad you are as well, Gary! :) I'm really enjoy Julia Cameron's writing. Thank you for sharing Cohen's lyric...so true. Enjoy your day and bounce on! :)
People use AIs to write poetry? Really? Eeek?
I don't know but anything is possible these days. Eeek is right!
Eek, indeed. I posted the Eve's Answer poem into a reddit spirituality group today, and lookee at what came back at me :-).
From Atyzze
Hello Puzzleheaded_Drop_81 Eve’s Answer
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As the nondual spirit, the concept of "other" dissipates and everything is seen as an expression of one whole, interconnected entity. All interactions, therefore, are understood as opportunities for healing. This could mean deeply listening when someone speaks, recognizing their inherent divinity, and offering compassionate responses. It could also mean treating oneself with kindness and mercy, refraining from harsh self-criticism and judgment. In all situations, the aim is to cultivate a sense of unity, peace, and wholeness. Healing here doesn't merely refer to physical ailments, but also mental, emotional, and spiritual wounds. The nondual spirit approaches every interaction with the intent of restoration and wholeness, understanding that every event, every interaction, and every conversation is a step towards healing on a universal level.
to Atyzze
For real, an AI emotional support response? Do you know that political correctness is a terminal spiritual disease:-)? Did you ever watch any of the Terminator movies :-)? Did you ever read Orwell's 1984?.
[–]from Atyzze
yes to all your questions :)
To Atyzze
You could have fooled me, based on what your AI dreamed up :-). Perhaps your AI should run for president, and pope, too, and gobblygook everything up even worse :-)?
Oh my goodness! Wow...a real rabbit hole!
I put your post today and our AI rabbit hole back and forth under it into a post at my mock presidential campaign blog today: The Redneck Mystic Lawyer for President on the Unicorn ticket. Graveyard serious spoof.
Here's a link:
https://redneckmysticlawyerforpresident.blogspot.com/2023/10/is-what-america-needs-now-touchy-feel.html
Thank you Sloan!
indeed, complete with a mad queen and tricky Cheshire cat :-)
Write on!
I so enjoy reading your thoughts every morning. Helps me through the day! Thank you so much for being on here!! Love you!!!
Thank you Faith. I'm so glad you are here. Love you.
Some drivel that wormed its way out of me one word at a time, or burst out of me as fast as I could write it into my journal.
"Living Poets"
Dead poets are poets who never write
Who obey shoulds and oughts
Who live to please others
Who value money over God
Who die without ever having lived
Death is their mark
Dead poets are remembered by the living.
Living poets are remembered by time
Dead poets never sing their song
Living poets never stop singing it
The difference between the two is this:
One worships fear, the other life
To be a dead poet is hard
It requires being someone else
To be a living poet is easy
It only means being myself
One choice is hell, the other heaven
That is what is meant by free will
(1991)
"The Mockingbird"
I happened upon a mockingbird
singing its fool head off –
I asked it how and why it sang?
But all it did was look ahead,
all it did was sing.
It never turned to see if I was watching,
or listened for money jingling in my pockets,
or asked if I liked its music,
or expected a recording contract –
It was too busy singing
to pay any attention to me.
Thus did I learn
the greatest sin of all
is to kill a mockingbird.
(1992)
“Black Diamond, Yellow Rose”
Black Diamond, Yellow Rose,
Odd couple until inside I see,
Black Diamond feeds Yellow Rose,
Yellow Rose loves Black Diamond,
Will and Heart,
Heart and Will,
Black Diamond, Yellow Rose
(1993)
“Rainbow Fusion”
Black is white,
White is black,
When they fuse,
Rainbows bloom.
(1993)
“Rainbows” (fragment of original poem)
Rainbows know no master.
Fueled by Father Sun
They touch Misty Earth
Only Heaven knows where.
Rainbows are more shiny than silver
and more brilliant than gold,
More valuable than diamonds
and more precious than pearls.
Rainbows paint heavens beautiful,
Make angels sing.
Rainbows are you, and me,
Full spectrums of Infinity
blazing across Eternity.
Rainbows are now.
(1993)
“God’s Gifts”
God’s gifts are not for sale, but are given freely to angels, saints, sinners, devils and fools alike, because all are God’s children.
(1993)
“Crooked Hose”
He is but a crooked hose through which living water flows, first to straighten him out, then to water a few other birds of the air and some lilies of the field.”
(1994)
“The Poet”
He is the paper, the ink his blood, the pen his soul, and the poet is God.”
(1994)
“Rules”
Who invented the rule that poetry must rhyme, have pentameter, be cast into verse? Yes, who invented that really silly rule? Surely it wasn’t the maker of the first stone — otherwise there’d be no stones to break all those slaving rules!
(1994)
“The Pearl”
He feels deep beauty in the dark pool from which his writings flow. She clings to him like fine silk, precious oil. She feels solid, compressed, like . . . a black pearl, growing from inside out, ever larger with each stroke of his pen, pushing her precious waters over her banks into his dreams and life. (1994)
“Rosa Mystica”
Rosa Mystica,
Sweet Mystery,
Bride of Christ,
Living Water
without which
God is dead
and there are no rainbows.
(1994)
“Sacred Prism”
Earth,
The sacred prism
through which souls are refracted
into their elemental parts,
Purified in Holy Fire,
The one-forged
and sent on their way
to not even God knows where,
Simply because they are all
Unique Emanations of God,
Evolving . . .
(1994)
“Tree of Life”
The Tree of Life grows not
on the battleground of good and evil,
But in a quiet meadow
beneath a beautiful rainbow
that knows not right or wrong.
(1994)
“Mission Nearly Impossible”
Only fools rush in
where angels fear to tread,
But if there were no fools,
Who’d lead the angels?
(1994)
“Initiation”
Shaman you now are.
Angels walk beside you
and call you their brother,
Even as you curse the heavens
for making you one who wields the lightning.
Be kind to your brothers and sisters,
But take no prisoners –
Kill them all in my name,
As I have killed you,
So you and they might live.
(1995)
“Love and Truth”
Love without truth is weak,
Truth without love is harsh,
Two side of the same coin,
They live together,
Or die.
(1995)
“Paradise”
All fig leaves burn
All ugly seen
All pain loved
All truth beauty
All people one
All time now
(2000)
“The World's Greatest Failure”
I know what it is
to love fully,
have my heart broken by death
and by loved ones’ rejections,
Over and over again,
So I can love even more.
I know what it is
to be engulfed in pain,
Awash in evil,
Terrified, enraged, despaired,
Believing God has again forsaken me,
Then be given the truth
that again makes me free
I know what it is
to doubt,
Be lost and wandering
time and time again,
Then be rescued yet again
and my faith grows deeper.
I know what it is
to blindly trust,
Then be destroyed by betrayed
time and time again,
Until I trust only God.
I know what it is
to have much
and be completely of this world,
Then have it all taken away
and be in the world but not of it.
I know what it is
to fail in this world,
And fail and fail and fail:
The world’s greatest failure,
I can serve only God.
I know what it is
to give and give and give and give;
I cannot stop giving
because giving is receiving.
I know what it is
to explain God
time after time after time again.
Something demands I keep explaining:
Maybe someone will listen,
Maybe me.
“I AM A MAN”
I am a man.
I said,
I am a man!
What means it,
being a man?
A man is a warrior:
he lives by a code of honor,
his word is reliable,
his actions confirm his words,
his commitment is holiness,
his enemies are welcome at his hearth,
he fears but moves forward,
he cries and gets up again,
he hates but forgives,
he loves and let’s go,
he doubts but trusts God,
he’s a good friend,
he seeks resolutions,
he demands nothing,
he risks everything,
he regrets his mistakes,
he seeks to make amends,
he puts others’ welfare first,
he accepts apologies truly made,
he expects nothing back,
he lives ready to die,
he laughs when he “should” scream,
he screams when he “should” laugh,
he sings just because,
he shrugs off insults,
he learns from misfortune,
he cusses God for making him,
he wishes he was done,
he loves children and animals,
he relishes a woman’s scent,
he smiles when he’s content,
he knows God’s his master,
he walks in rainbows,
his garden is the world,
his way is nature,
he loves fishing,
his wife is his soul,
his food is life,
his pay is whatever he receives.
Yep, he’s crazy.
(2003)
“SHANGHAIED”
A calling to serve carries its own wisdom,
which legitimates both the calling and the serving
so that the two are one:
Only the one called to serve
can know this wisdom,
and for some who are called
the knowing comes easily,
while for others the knowing is a fiery baptism.
Each calling is different,
and while some callings can be declined,
others cannot,
and those whose calling is without repentance
know they are in it for the duration of the calling,
and while others may try to persuade them out of it,
the calling for ones such as these always prevails;
thus is it advised to all called for keeps
that they view their calling as a blessing
even when it seems at times to be a curse,
and that they try to reconcile the loss of their captain status
and allow the Spirit of God to man the helm of their ship
and be glad and willing crew members thereon,
knowing that all sailing ships of souls
need a crew as well as a captain
to maintain and navigate the ship through
seas of many tones, depths and flavors;
so consider each league sailed
as part of the overall journey
going to where the captain deigns to go
by using whatever winds and sea currents available
to navigate the ship to the experiences
this ship and crew need to have
in order to fulfill their calling and its wisdom
revealed by the journey of many leagues,
many known only to the ship and its crew,
all of whom come to know,
some sooner than others,
that once conscripted
there is no safe jumping ship.
(2004)
"Bi Polar"
the world's favorite
mood disorder
the cause of all
human ails,
including wars,
if the demons aren't counted
bi polar disorder,
the destruction of the
south pole,
the feminine,
the north pole,
he ain't been
right in the head
since she's been gone
(2017)
“Slam Poetry”
I don’t like it.
"Eve's Answer"
April Fool
Vexing Truth
Life is Poetry,
Poetry is Life,
There's no more to say,
but that would
make God
a really dull boy,
now wouldn't it,
Eve?
So, Eve,
What say you?
After all,
You have been,
still are, blamed,
for everything that went wrong with
hu - MAN - i - ty.
Well, do you really want to hear
what I gotta say?
Is this one of those
be careful what you ask for
pregnancies?
Well, is it?
Probably, but say
what you wish -
I s'pect you need
to be heard.
Heard?
Funny you mention ears.
Yes, ears.
Such important receptacles.
Yet filled with concrete,
shit, propaganda, beliefs,
certainties, well,
let's not leave out
SUPERSTITION
and
RELIGION,
should we?
By the way,
where do ya
suppose
God came from?
Or, out of?
And,
why do ya s'pose
I made Eve
in my own
IMAGE?
'Cause Adam was
so bored and dull -
so ... predictable
He was BORING!!!
the shit outta me!!!
That's why.
Now
Shusssssh -
Don't go round quoting me on
any of that -
I've had quite enough of
the religious right
ta last me
the rest of forever
(2018)
Wow. what a generous reply here Sloan. Thank you. These poems are wonderful.
I don't think I can take credit for what wrote itself and I simply tried to keep up, realizing as the verses came, they were my life path and that I was going to be stretched, stretched, stretched.
Great reminder Sloan! Thank you
Love the bounce in your poem and in your personality!
Thank you Claudette and love you. We are thinking and praying for your friends.
Love the whimsy of “bounce”. 🌟
Thank you Gail. I hope your off to a great start this morning. :)
👍🏻
Likewise!
Yes! The sun is shining after 2 days of gray...woohoo! :)