REVOLTING SOCIETY

Who but yourself can tell whether you are beautiful or ugly within ?

To revolt within society in order to make it a little better, to bring about certain reforms, is like the revolt of prisoners to improve their life within the prison walls; and such revolt is no revolt at all, it is just mutiny.

Do you see the difference? 

Revolt within society is like the mutiny of prisoners who want better food, better treatment within the prison; but revolt born of understanding is an individual breaking away from society, and that is creative revolution. 

Now, if you as an individual break away from society, is that action motivated by ambition? If it is, then you have not broken away at all, you are still within the prison, because the very basis of society is ambition, acquisitiveness, greed.

But if you understand all that and bring about a revolution in your own heart and mind, then you are no longer ambitious, you are no longer motivated by envy, greed, acquisitiveness, and therefore you will be entirely outside of a society which is based on those things.




Then you are a creative individual and in your action there will be the seed of a different culture.

So there is a vast difference between the action of creative revolution, and the action of revolt or mutiny within society. As long as you are concerned with mere reform, with decorating the bars and walls of the prison, you are not creative.

Reformation always needs further reform, it only brings more misery, more destruction.




Whereas, the mind that understands this whole structure of acquisitiveness, of greed, of ambition and breaks away from it


--such a mind is in constant revolution.

It is an expansive, a creative mind therefore 


...like a stone thrown into a pool of still water 


...its action produces waves, and those waves will form a


different civilization altogether.

ASHES ...THE GRAVITY OF LOVE

POEM ... LOVE IS LOST

I WILL COME BACK FOR THEE

I have a heart that beats for two

Strong I am, handsome too

I like the beauty of the silver moon

Where my friends delight in flying naked

Amongst the star bright, lights with me.

I am in love with a friend indeed

To a pretty moth, by name of Mary 

With red petticoats that dazzle me

But I cannot remember where she be

I held her so tight, I could feel her heart

Drumming away in my hand

Love I thought…… it does beat for two

I am in love……

I am in love with

Her soft, silky wings

While in my ears I could hear the sounds

Of  angry little voices shouting at me

You Monster, you took her life

You are an evil beast …..

Then I laughed, and said, how can that be

I am in love with Mary and she with me

You’ve got it all wrong, I screamed

Our hearts beat as one, united we be

As I ran and danced with Mary

Held tightly in my hand

So I ran and hid, come what may

Sat down safe, by the village church

Blessed are those, who are in love

Blessed are those ,who actually care

Blessed am I, who am in love

I will live forever……….

I will live forever, with my Mary

And her soft silky wings.

Oh no you won’t, the voices cried

You Monster, you took her life

You are an evil beast …..

Then I laughed, and said, how can that be

I am in love with Mary and she with me

You’ve got it all wrong I screamed

Our hearts beat as one, united we be.

So I showed them all, then and there

Opened my hand for all to see

How much my Mary does love me

But no sooner had I declared my love

When an axe took off my clenched hand

That was still holding Mary, so close to me

Mary………… I cried 

I WILL COME BACK FOR THEE

As I ran towards the light of the silver moon.......

Howling.......

 I am in love……

I am in love with

Her soft, silky wings

ELEPHANT PAINTING A PICTURE

Elephants are a symbol of wisdom in Asian cultures and are famed for their memory and intelligence.

 Aristotle once said the elephant was "the beast which passeth all others in wit and mind"

BEING ALONE ...A BENEDICTION

BEYOND THE LONELINESS AND ISOLATION

It is difficult to put that feeling into words, but I will try.

It is a fear that comes when one feels to be completely alone, entirely by oneself, utterly cut off from everything.

It was fearful and breathtaking...................

I didn't belong to anyone; there was a sense of complete isolation.

Most people have this feeling of loneliness, this sense of isolation, with its fear, only they smother it, run a way from it, get themselves lost in some form of activity, religious or otherwise. The activity in which they indulge is their escape, they can get lost in it, and that's why they defend it so aggressively.

Often, being very clever and capable, such people mislead others by their devotion to the activity which is their escape; if it isn't religion, it's politics, or social reform - anything to get away from themselves.

They may seem to be selfless, but they are actually concerned with themselves, only in a different way. They become leaders, or the followers of some teacher; they always belong to something, or practice some method, or pursue an ideal.

They are never just themselves; they are not human beings, but labels.

So you see how fortunate you are to not have found an escape ?

Loneliness is something you don't understand, and in that sense it's like a disease that will keep on recurring; so it's meaningless to run away from it.

You have tried running away, but it keeps overtaking you ...........doesn't it ?

Is this not what you are already doing ?

In this relationship ( with another ) called society, every human being is cutting him/herself off from another by their position, by ambition, by desires for fame, power, to be popular and so on; but he/she has to live in this brutal relationship with others like themselves, so the whole thing is glossed over and made respectable by pleasant sounding words....there is no relationship.

In everyday life, each one is devoted to his/her own interests, though it may be in the name of country, in the name of peace, or God, and so this isolating process goes on.

One becomes aware of this whole process in the form of intense loneliness, a feeling of complete isolation. Thought, which has been giving all importance to itself, isolating itself as the `me', has finally come to the point of realizing that it has been held in the prison of it's own making.

It is like seeing a cobra. Having once seen it you can never mistake it; you don't have to depend on anybody to tell you what a cobra is. Similarly, when once you have understood this feeling, that understanding is always with you; when once you have learned to look, you have the capacity to see.

But one must go through and beyond this feeling, for there is much more to be discovered.

TO BE ALONE

There is an ''aloneness'' which is not this loneliness, this sense of isolation. That state of ''aloneness'' is not a remembrance or a recognition...

it is untouched by the mind, by the word, by the society, by tradition.

It is a ...BENEDICTION.

A FREE SPIRIT ...LOBO THE WOLF

EQUATE RHYME WITH REASON, SUN WITH SEASON

Find your mantra and awaken your subconscious.

Curve your circles counterclockwise

Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.

Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees. 

Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day.

For  today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies.

Into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts. 

Love, love, love, love and love....................the beat goes on





THE STORY OF LOBO



Lobo was an American wolf who lived in the Currumpaw valley in New Mexico. During the 1890s, Lobo and his pack, having been deprived of their natural prey by settlers, turned to the settlers' livestock. The ranchers tried to kill Lobo and his pack by poisoning carcasses, but the wolves removed the poisoned pieces and threw them aside. They tried to kill the wolves with traps and by hunting parties but these efforts also failed. 


Ernest Thompson Seton was tempted by the challenge and the alleged $1,000 bounty for capturing Lobo, the leader of the pack. Seton tried poisoning five baits, carefully covering traces of human scent, and setting them out in Lobo's territory. 


The following day all the baits were gone, and Seton assumed Lobo would be dead.......... 

POEM ... SHADOW PLAY ...A PREGNANT SPACE

TOOTH AND CLAW



Nose to ground Stop and look around

Make a stand or Run with Tooth and claw

Jostle, fight, Bite and yawn some more

To see me now decide that I am far too close

Vanish as if they had never been or were never ever

Before in this still and quiet pregnant space




But something wise looks back at me

From way within amongst the trees

And knowingly, leaves me be

With the magic and the

Shadow play of yet another end


To another perfect day

TREES BY THE LAKE ...COMPASSION

AN OCEAN REFUSES NO RIVER .......

TREES by the lake.....

As the sun rises slowly over the horizon, over the trees, these trees become all of a sudden golden. All the leaves are bright with life and as you watch them as the hours pass by, - an extraordinary quality seems to spread all over the land, over the lake.

And as the sun rises a little higher the leaves begin to flutter, to dance. And each hour seems to give to the trees a different quality. Before the sun rises they have a sombre feeling, quiet, far away, full of dignity. And as the day begins, the leaves with the light on them dance and give them that peculiar feeling that one has of great beauty.

By midday their shadow has deepened and you can sit there protected from the sun, never feeling lonely, with the trees as your companion. As you sit there, there is a relationship of deep abiding security and a freedom that only trees can know.

Towards the evening when the skies are lit up by the setting sun, the trees gradually become sombre, dark, closing in on themselves. The sky has become red, yellow, green, but the trees remains quiet, hidden, and are resting for the night.

We never look deeply into the quality of a tree; we never really touch it, feel its solidity, its rough bark, and hear the sound that is part of the tree.

Not the sound of wind through the leaves, not the breeze of a morning that flutters the leaves, but its own sound, the sound of the trunk and the silent sound of the roots. You must be extraordinarily sensitive to hear the sound.

This sound is not the noise of the world, not the noise of the chattering of the mind, not the vulgarity of human quarrels and human warfare but sound as part of the universe.

Just watch. Watch those clouds shaping and reshaping, watch the trees, the little birds. It is all part of life. When you watch attentively, with diligence, there is nothing to learn; there is only that vast space, in the silence.

But watching, in which there is attention, awareness, and a great sense of passion, awareness has its own intelligence.

This watching and intelligence acts. But this requires great alertness, to see things without the word, without the name, without any reaction ...

in that watching there is a great vitality.........COMPASSION.

AN ACORN HOLDS THE PROMISE OF A THOUSAND FORESTS

Who can explain the lure of freedom in nature’s heart ?


An acorn holds the promise of a thousand forests

Simple ............like an uncarved block of stone





From the past we turn our eyes to the future where death, the unknown, the darkness, the mystery, awaits us.

Fascinated by these we can no longer detach ourselves from them. The mystery of the future holds for us the fulfilment of all our desires, which the past has denied to us, and in our dreams we fly to that brilliant horizon where happiness must exist, where we must seek it.



No one will ever pierce the infinite mystery of the future - impenetrable in its evanescent illusion - neither magician nor prophet.

But on the contrary it will be the mystery which will engulf us, which will not let us escape, which will break the mainspring of our life.

Life is not to be approached through the past, nor through the mirage of the future. Life cannot be approached through intermediaries, nor conquered for another.



That discovery can only be made in the immediate present - by the individual for himself and not for others -


Man, not yet having achieved that condition of life in the present, lives in the past which he regrets, lives in the future where he hopes, but never in the present which he ignores.

ANGELS OF NATURE ...THE ART AND MAGIC

Thank you ...for the trees, for the birds, the fungus,
for beasty and the crawly and the multi-coloured leaves

The fragrance of the wood when it wakes in the morning,
the refreshing sound of the rain at play

These things are beautiful, as beautiful as sunlight ,
as beautiful as the dew when the new day dawns

Let us stop a while to receive a gift beneath the blessed
and the blessing of Mother Natures trees

Let us be still, long enough to hear our own thoughts rustle,
whispering to the angels of here

Who share the paths that take us in, who care for us,
who cry and laugh out loud with us

So we can emerge renewed, at the first sign of spring ............