with a mild case of pyromania,
or other manias
which speak perhaps
a thing or more
about an innate driving desire
-a nature to nurture
which outward, fascinate ?
Its all simply quite intricate; Its all intricately quite simple.
All seems beautiful to me;
I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I
would do the same to you.
I will recruit for myself and you as I go;
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;
I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.
Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear, it would not amaze
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear’d, it would not
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.
We often think in concepts learnt from the definition of words. We try and understand ourselves through thought, when our problems lay within us as feeling. We take structures that the human mind has created (definitions) and try to jam them into the slot of our natural beings in attempt to bring resolve to our feelings of emptiness. A square peg is never going to fit in a circle hole. Oppositely we must understand the nature of our circle before we can understand the function of the square peg. Listen to your feelings and know yourself (FIRST/above ALL else), instead of letting the world define what your feeling and what you want to feel. This is simply the practice of letting everything be, and finding what all things reveal to mean to you along the journey, rather than searching for a definition and creating what everything means, in order to confront the world with a head on about it all. Our environments have taught us in many ways the meaning of “who we are” whether we can see/accept that or not. We are born innocently malleable, transformed into a type of product of our environment. We are by nature suggestible and have adapted to the choices of our culture in more respects than we have gotten outside ourselves to conceive. Our environments have defined “normal” and “right” in very obvious ways and also very subtle ways. When we condemn ourselves as hypocrites I find its possibly because we not only don’t live up to our ideals, but withhold prejudices instilled in us that we are unaware of. Its not until after we speak and compare our thoughts to something outside us that we witness the fallacy in our attitudes of self-righteousness towards certain concepts of truth.
Its our responsibility to knock on every wooden panel in our house-of-self, and listen for a hallow sound. If not, we will never know what that hollowness is, what lays beyond it, or how to escape it. We will never know what a couple new support beams could do for the stability of a rickety cabin. We must not only translate ideas to compute with our minds, but interpret all ideas brought forth. If we truly stood guard infront of the doors of our individually experienced meaning, perhaps it would be easier to rejoice in the complexity of those differences in each-other, and come closer together on elemental (almost) tangible feelings from experience. We trample the human spirit when we fight against each other for the differences we hold. US society ticks quite contradictory to the flow of nature in our current cultural paradigm of learning and thinking. Paradoxly, the more we think differently, the more can relate to each other.
It was one of those “bad days”
clinging in the threshold of an old door.