When I was young, very young, there were flowers all around, I guess - I didnt notice them
When I was older I moved to London and there was concreate and brick and filth all around and I noticed in the cracks in the paving small flowers and, with the sight of them, my heart filled with joy
And then I moved and there were flowers and plants all around and, with the presence of them, I feel my heart fill with joy
I see the paving slabs now with no flowers and the joy is the same
And now, so often, I shut my eyes and just notice all that is there and I realise that my heart is already filled with joy - the flowers and the stories and the music are the twinkles on the top.
Friday, September 16, 2011
Truth - I did'nt think so, honestly
On truth - where can it be and why seek it.
Truth is what we perceive it to be - largely. We feel that we know certain things to be true, the presence of the Earth beneath our feet, the wind blowing through the trees.
It entertains us to debate whether these truths are true or not. Other than entertainment and mental stimulation I'm not sure of their value (thats a question, not a statement, probably).
Why do we seek truth? I do believe (paradoxically, as a belief that truth cannot exist, must always be... Mustnt it?) that truth is what we construct it to be. We each have responsibility for our own truth - our log of the good and bad that we do. We are not though solely responsible.
We are social beings - mostly. We try to influence each other and we are influenced. We like to fit in and we don't like those we define as outsiders - ultimately, there will be people who behave in such a way that even the most open and engaging person will consider to be an "outsider" - such as enthusiastic murderers, rapists, etc.
We embrace belonging and that means embodying the beliefs of those around us. In relation to them we are insiders rather than outsiders.
The truth is that which we have grown into since the day we were born. We are, in my view, responsible for challenging what is and is not true but many people don't have, or do not realise they have, the capacity to challenge what they believe.
And, why would they? What is the motivation for challenging what is, so it seems, true? A truth that pits people against each other, allows guilt and fear to eat away at our hearts, to justify the destruction of other living things.
Truth, like love, is a loaded term. Other than those bleeding obvious things, its is relative. It can be "bad" when it leads to wrong - like a false truth that leads to racism or sexism. Or, shall I say, good...
A good truth - its not a single thing, its contextual and relative too - it is where we are now, in this moment. Its who we love, who we don't notice, who we hate.... And its probably not why we hold those views (the details are so often irrelevant) but more the impact of them on our emotions.
The truth for me is awareness of what is going on around and within me - and also, I have little doubt, in and around you and everyone else.
So, why think about truth? Truth is so often a lie - we know all things change but it suits our need to belong to accept untruths, lies, as reality.
So, truth is reality - the things that are actually happening when we strip out the crap... No, of course not, the truth is whatever it happens to be at the moment... there is no cause and effect with right and wrong.
Truth is what we perceive it to be - largely. We feel that we know certain things to be true, the presence of the Earth beneath our feet, the wind blowing through the trees.
It entertains us to debate whether these truths are true or not. Other than entertainment and mental stimulation I'm not sure of their value (thats a question, not a statement, probably).
Why do we seek truth? I do believe (paradoxically, as a belief that truth cannot exist, must always be... Mustnt it?) that truth is what we construct it to be. We each have responsibility for our own truth - our log of the good and bad that we do. We are not though solely responsible.
We are social beings - mostly. We try to influence each other and we are influenced. We like to fit in and we don't like those we define as outsiders - ultimately, there will be people who behave in such a way that even the most open and engaging person will consider to be an "outsider" - such as enthusiastic murderers, rapists, etc.
We embrace belonging and that means embodying the beliefs of those around us. In relation to them we are insiders rather than outsiders.
The truth is that which we have grown into since the day we were born. We are, in my view, responsible for challenging what is and is not true but many people don't have, or do not realise they have, the capacity to challenge what they believe.
And, why would they? What is the motivation for challenging what is, so it seems, true? A truth that pits people against each other, allows guilt and fear to eat away at our hearts, to justify the destruction of other living things.
Truth, like love, is a loaded term. Other than those bleeding obvious things, its is relative. It can be "bad" when it leads to wrong - like a false truth that leads to racism or sexism. Or, shall I say, good...
A good truth - its not a single thing, its contextual and relative too - it is where we are now, in this moment. Its who we love, who we don't notice, who we hate.... And its probably not why we hold those views (the details are so often irrelevant) but more the impact of them on our emotions.
The truth for me is awareness of what is going on around and within me - and also, I have little doubt, in and around you and everyone else.
So, why think about truth? Truth is so often a lie - we know all things change but it suits our need to belong to accept untruths, lies, as reality.
So, truth is reality - the things that are actually happening when we strip out the crap... No, of course not, the truth is whatever it happens to be at the moment... there is no cause and effect with right and wrong.
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Rhythm
Rhythm, the speed at which we tick.
Most people keep a fairly steady pace, fast as children, slower as adults, slower still as they age and then stopping.
They tick at their own rate and, as their hearts are still new, find themselves attracted to those with different rhythms to their own - new dances.
But, as they spend time with each other, ticking, and need to depend or wait on one another, the miss-match between them jars.
They are fixed as they are at that stage of their life.
Their mates are too stressfully buzzing about or too slowly dragging them down.
Dancing to 2 or 3 rhythms is too hard and people grow tired of their lover's tiresome steps.
Some of us have clocks that shift and drift with the wind and time and waves
We do the rhythm of the waltz or polka and some of us just love to tango
- some of us just love to can-can and do the fucking pogo!
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Wet With Words
The words I say are not true, always (and never) remember that.
They are an impression of me
You may interpret them as having me-meaning
My words appear to fall in patterns and from these rhythms and tones you find meaning
You may believe there is purpose in what I say
But when a rain drop falls and splashes onto the ground what does it matter to the cloud that dropped it?
If we believe the clouds, the weather, the whole of life, has meaning we might seek to know that meaning and perhaps to find it, or create it where there seem to be gaps - there are gaps.
But it, and us, and especially me, just exist.
The cloud drops the rain with no meaning
And yet in ponds and rivers and in the sea life plays out and we talk and talk about its meaning
Words, like water, mean every bit and every little as everything I say.
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