Looking in the mirror, he noticed the wrinkles around his eyes, reminding him of a river journey with a friend, laughing for days and seeing white wrinkles amid the tan lines. Today, my face is tan and rounded somewhat, perhaps from the beard, going gray around the edges. There is that combination of youth and age that defies our usual indication of time in a body. A smile is often present and there is something about brown eyes that can tighten into a focus when speaking directly to someone. My niece was at a family reunion that I did not attend and she told me my grandmother’s last name meant bent willow, which I find interesting. There is a northern European look about me, heavy set and I think short, or stout might fit. Am I pleasant to look at? Only when I am fun to be around. But my portrait is not that, it is in my song: I’m a child of the desert, hot burning sand And a friend to the buzzard circling the bleaching bones of a man I spent my contemplation under a pinyon tree And a nut fell down and hit me and that’s what [...]
It is night here. I had a dream that I was listening to music at a concert and the music finished. It had been instrumental music with drums and percussion and other sounds that I can’t remember. A musician spoke, saying the concert was over and that he had not said much with words because the music spoke for them. It has been over an hour since that experience and I am awake, still. My mind is overactive, running through a range of thoughts that I can usually avoid in daylight. i think about being unemployed until I can “officially” retire. I think about my part in what we have done to our environment and our world. I think of the worry and fear that permeates our existence, and how much of that is our own doing, our own actions, that we followed so easily. I think of the anger and rage that I see in so many places in the different media, and how easy it is to step into that state of mind. I think that Loving Kindness is a means to overcome all that I find to be negative in my world. In my dreams, I have [...]
Spirit and Soul
There is a world invisible to us but known which coexists with our mortal existence.
We can continue to live and ignore the other, but it is there and more powerful than we give credit to.
For all of mankind’s achievements, constructive and destructive, there has never been an explanation grounded in truth for why we be or are.
There has never been an explanation for that which we refer to as time and why it does not relate to eternity or that our minds cannot comprehend no time or no beginning or no finality.
There exists a power or force which establishes the rule and existence of life and living for all that exists in this universe.
We as humans are not alone. Our spirit is eternal, our souls immortal, our stay here temporal.
No one holds all truth.
No one knows perfection.
My way is to discover that which is long forgotten and that which has yet to be found.
Ichabod
wow this is totally true thats why i beieve that got is the only one who knows the truth is perfection.. and with him we can live eternal life in heaven ……we just have to repent of our sins and let god be our saver
It’s all turtles from here on down.
I think that it’s all tied up together. No man knows perfection because no man can fully see that other world, which I don’t think is quite so separate from us as many believe.
We only see the tip of the iceberg and, hence, can’t see perfection except on rare occasions and then only in glimpses that soon fade in memory to shadows of themselves.
Hi Jonolan;
“It is not so separate from us as many would believe.” Written by a man who has experienced life and given much thought to his experiences and that which he could not explain.