Economy goes up and down

And living with presence
Observes
And does what is always done:
Goes where help is needed
And observes.

Each Precious African Human Birth

Is such a precious thing to behold
In fingers
tingling
like shimmering tears and
a devoutness
and patience
in every well of eyes.

I am spaciousness

And whatever happens is a good thing.

I am awareness

I am love

I am giving.

Simply.

Now.

In each moment fully experienced

The heart opens up that much more.

"I think the worst thing in the world is to be lying on your death bed saying, 'I wish I had tried."

Perhaps the worst thing in the world is to be thinking about
how in the future
you'll be obsessed about the past.

Perhaps the worst thing in the world
Is to worry about what might be
The worst thing in the world

Perhaps the only worst thing in the world
Is to criticize another's idea
Of the worst thing in the world.

But at any rate,
Once you die
What will you care?

And if you have nothing better to do

Than to spend the last few moments of life

In any moment other than the here and now

Savoring whatever splendor might be had

In the last rustle of curtains.

The last giggles of kids down the street

Then that is to be regretted most.

Almost as much as the regret of losing the present moment,

With the kids playing

And the dinner cooking

In thinking about that moment

Or how others might think of it

Etc.


Source of quote--a sweet little article:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/julia-moulden/top-10-reasons-to-become_b_127653.html

There is No End to it

Dividing and parsing our resources, opportunities and judgements
Based on where you were born who your mother is what's under your pants the tinture of your skin the car you drive your musical tastes your interests
No
That's not what matters.

Who's thinking that thought?
Is that thought worth so much more than an African thought?
With time and training, the thought's the same in any case.

The illusion of difference--
How wonderful when a Chinese athlete won the gold.
They won it for all of us
Your suffering is for all of us
Your wealth is for all of us
Nothing is lost
Nothing is gained

It's all just part of the big cosmic smile.
You look away from it
And there's suffering enough for all.

Cocks

Funny what one comes across, browsing on a Saturday.
Recently, a couple topics have lured me in.

One was on King Mswati III of Swaziland, with 13 wives, while his people live in poverty. Check out the story: http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/06/world/africa/06king.html?pagewanted=2&_r=1&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss

Another is Matthew Barney, and his Cremaster Cycle--an epic about, what else--his cock. Or, more precisely, the muscle which pulls up the testicles. Wow, profound. He created only 20 DVDs of his five films, which sell for $100,000 each.

Both men rich from cockification.
Both obsessed with cock.
Both with egos as big as the whole outdoors.

What's the difference?

Isn't it Great

That the highest pleasures
And most splendid happiness
Is absolutely free.

But often we feel a need to pay
With other so-called pleasures
Enough of those.

Now for a note from our sponsor:
ohhmmmmmmm

No story here

all awareness

and so much room

to appreciate

the more

and again

Immense Space

In every conversation
With every person
In public
In private
There it is

The hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

The curve of the thumb

is a wonderful thing.

This form.
This body.
All bodies.

it makes no difference

One who says all is not one
Is one with me.

One who says all is one
Is one with me.

Terrorism and Everyday Life

The job of a terrorist is to terrify.
But if a people cannot be terrified,
There can be no terrorism.

How can a people not be terrified?
By nonattachment.

And nonseparation.

Golden White Light--Everywhere

Sitting on the couch reading to the kids. Tristan is ansy and I give him the 1-2-3 then give him his time out. Or I watch myself giving him his time-out. I see the time-out given. He is angry, I see that, and I feel that with any slightest bit of anger, I lose myself, I lose the sense of myself. I lose awareness. I never want to lose that. I feel it ebbs and flows.

I read to Elena and then went and got Tristan up--he was happy. We put on our shoes and went down to take out the trash. Outside, in the brightness of the day, I almost felt I was floating. It wasn't really the 'me' walking or the 'me' seeing. Cars, the reflections of light, form everywhere. Breathing. There.

Brought the kids to school, dropped them off in the industrial area. While driving I felt the total car presence with other drivers.

Then at the post office, waiting in line. Two women in front of me laugh, a man in front of them. The co-presence of a line can be the most beautiful part of the day. I noticed from a clock on the wall it had only been 15 minutes since I'd dropped the kids off. 15 minutes, and it felt like days, like an eternity, beautifully. I could have stayed in that line, as if on an island with these other lovely souls, forever.

How can

Anyone
Anything
Any weather
Any word
Disturb
This
Bliss
of
Being?



Just not possible...

just us/justice

the whole world
a big open ooooom
a big circle in space

we regard each other
the lovely muslimschristiansgaysstraightschineseamericangolferhusbanddaughte
rnursefriendetc

all mixed up
all changing
all good

U
R
gooooooood.

Not looking

for another relationship
for a new home
for a new job
for a new body
for something to eat
to have fun
to be entertained.

Just looking

to say hello

to have a conversation

or not

Just being
A just being

So much space

to open up into



with each habit lost
with each emotion felt
with each person appreciated
with each little sound that's heard

there's a space

so much time
so much energy

so much

The Internet is a Giant Brain

Full of gold and garbage,
And I swim in this collective mass,
Searching for points of resonance,
of collusion, of interest, of growth.

Everything I see
Reflects me.

Simultaneously anonymous and painfully public,
Infinitely maleable

It's our human thing.
Look, universe: us.

And we look at it and into it,
Spiralling, playing, reading, displaying
Pulling out pushing in
Mysterious to others in our homes
Into our own heads as we browse the collective one
Often giggling!
Sometimes horrified.
And sometimes even innocent.

We search we search we search
and always, always end up coming back
to ourselves.

True Enlightenment

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