Each community must consider it’s needs. Food, shelter, and clothing are paramount. Other needs follow these in order of necessity. To obtain these we use money as an exchange. To earn money capable people must do what has to be done. These tasks must be distributed in a way that makes it possible for the performers to be as happy as possible while undertaking them. As the number of tasks grow the energy that exists will enter into more and more useful places. The brightest people, having the most compassion, will of necessity be compelled to navigate the area and come up with decisions of consequence. In the final analysis the “all for one & one for all” adage must prevail. It would behoove all of us not to think of sabotaging a well meaning concept and work in brotherhood and sisterhood. There really is no room for war and other antagonistic behaviour patterns. We must remember the unity of purpose in all the plants and animals and forget human ethnocentrism. In that spirit we might travel for a while.
When I meet a soft spoken, inquisitive, and considerate person, a bell rings in my head. I feel the presence of wisdom. As compassion between us flows we both realize the infinitely small roles we are playing on the glorious landscape. Our importance is not diminished by knowing this, but our regard for all inhabitants; plants, animals, and inanimate things, is ever present. This leaves us speechless and hopefully content to wend our way in peace.
In a small enclave, in the central Florida megaplex, I came across a potted garden, where happy plant people were celebrating their morning. The herbs were scenting the air and flowers were smiling their way out as sunbeams entered their lives. Ultimate peace prevailed. Their mother Chaya and I spoke in low tones while the plant children started the day, each in it’s own way. They were all grateful for the gift of protection afforded them by Chaya’s open heart. Even when there is sparse space, Love will prevail as it flows outward.
When one examines all life’s accomplishments it leaves us wondering who and what we are. Some of us, overwhelmed, resort to solutions that “tame” the brain’s imagination. If we don’t put everything in it’s rightful place who will. Hence, the roads to the “truth”. Maybe trees, frogs, sparrows, and whales have some ideas on the subject. So, are humans the only big shots around? Can the contents of the planet earth be so closely related that they are involved in constant sibling rivalry? Can these brothers and sisters and infinite cousins live in harmonious peace? The goddess of Love, working within each living thing, might slowly be prevailing. Could that be why she is?
Excessive heat and the lethargy following it leave few options. Animals in the woods are sleeping. Hot blue skys hover while life stands still. Yet humans have responsibilities that nag them. Push on and on and on. Then sleep and try your tricks again. What was cannot help. What will be we cannot help. Pure undying stamina rules. It’s part physical and part everything else. The convictions of one’s life steer the “ship”. So-”Into the weather, fair or foul”!
A very few times in my life were interupted by “Bunkards”. When I was a young boy in New York I encountered illogical outbursts on the streets. These were alcohol fueled and were present in men and women. It was uncomfortable being in the presence of ugly unruliness. My natural distaste for alcohol was enhanced a thousandfold by the self-centered, uncontrolled, anti social, and potentially dangerous behaviour of the “Bunkard” personality. The dramatic events which may occur during the time of eruptions leave lasting impressions of helplessness, and hopelessness. I chose my friends carefully and my life has been filled with peace. I would like to be able to thank someone for all the great times I’ve had without “bunkards”. Long live the good life!!
It’s quiet here. Very ordinary things are happening; but the dragon is drinking deeply. With uncertainty we move and with uncertainty we speak and with uncertainty we attempt to totally function. It’s not worse than it used to be. It’s just that the future is perceived as a giant nimbus cloud, hovering. Mr. & Mrs. John Q. Public are constantly spoken to but rarely given the opportunity to come forth. Can you blame the little mouse for squealing when its postion in life is untenable. If, by some miraculous event, the cloud blows away, and doesn’t burst before that happens, we shall shall rub our eyes and wonder what sort of dark dream we have lived through. Our collective memory of tragedy grows weaker as time passes. We are protected by our mind’s ability to focus on the present. As always, it is well to count our blessings.
Once a little pretty girl was born and her name was Kayzee. She grew and grew and grew. Of a sudden she turned into a woman. One after another the adventures came. The earth knew no bounds. She laughed, danced, and sang wherever she went. She knew she could have the miracle of having a baby but the 20th and 21st centuries told her something else. She learned that teaching children would allow her to share her treasured feelings and teach she did and the years rolled by.
Then, one day, she received a baby wolf. She accepted the wolf into her life as if it were her child not realizing that it was different from her and( Lo And Behold) it turned out that her feelings were correct. From the dawn of human consciousness we find Brother Wolf at our side. She has had many an adventure with her wolf as he grew up with her, his human mother. The boundaries of Love have been hereby extended and Earth shines a wee bit brighter in the universe.
The happenings around are the usual but everything has a “far away” taste. I feel like a bird, having flown in on a west wind, perusing the scene. The trees and ubiquitous plants are the same but it feels like a first look. Even the “air” is new. Walking speaks like a wild fresh idea. If I were reborn would I feel like this? All the people are new. Sounds, sights and smells are wildly fascinating. I can’t wait for the next moment’s enfolding. Tell me J—— What do you have in mind?
Looking around at the etraordinary beauty of the creations surrounding me, and noting that there are few onlookers in spite of a populous world, I’m convinced that the human ego perceives that it can be satisfied more easily by watching a computer screen than by going anywhere else. By sitting in one place and browsing the world the two legged folks spend their time inactively. If one walks among trees. and flowering plants. and blowing winds. and beaches, and active city streets, and strange places ad infinitum, there is excitement in one’s life that can’t be replicated by the lethal concentration of data presented on a computer screen. It’s a hard addiction to kick but it’s better to relegate all that data to a small place in one’s life and get “real”. Start by considering what time is lost forever and what beauty could have been ingested. Then ask how many pounds of “love” can be bought by flitting around in person.
