silence, peace, freedom, where art thou....... oh, be still my raging mind! must i think constantly..... ..for what purpose... is it necessary............. 24/7/365..... how can i make it stop?
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
reality bites
show me the meaning of the wordshow me the meaning of the word
'cause i've heard so much about it
they say, "hey, you can't live without it"
welcome to the human race
with its wars, disease and brutality
you with your innocence and grace
restore some pride and dignity
to a world in decline
welcome to a special place
in a heart of stone that's cold and gray
you with your angel face
chrissie hynde, pretenders
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that human life must be a kind of mistake is sufficiently clear from the fact that man is a compound of needs, which are difficult to satisfy; moreover, if they are satisfied, all he is granted is a state of painlessness, in which he can only give himself up to boredom. this is a precise proof that existence in itself has no value, since boredom is merely the feeling of the emptiness of life.
arthur schopenhauer
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nights are freezing
mornings and evenings are cool
by mid-day it is 70 degrees
until 6 pm
it starts to get cold again
especially on the south side
of the valley
shaded by the mountains
it is 5,000 feet high
this valley floor
cold because of its elevation
but relatively warmer
because of the mountains
which trap heat
and breaks the winds
the mountains tower above
another 5,000 feet
above the yosemite valley
beautiful sheer faces
with magnificent profiles
each one
el capitan, half dome
north dome, sentinel dome
each with its own character
features
history
this sacred valley
of the miwok
and others
was carved
out of granite rock
by the power of water
powerful glaciers
made the first impressions
many others
over several ice ages
deepened the u-shape slope
to a depth of 7,000 feet
below the high sierra
in between each ice age
rivers and steams made their cuts
of the emerging mountains and valley
while expanding ice chiped away at the cliffs above
and rockslides added to the 2000 feet of fill
above the bedrock
carved out by the glaciers
that now forms the valley floor
water
from melting snow
form into
streams
creeks
rivers
ponds
rapids
waterfalls
water
as countless drops
along with the forces
of gravity
and wind
meander along
from the mountain tops
accumulating into steams
as it climbs down from the high sierra
into the valley
where several steams come together
to form the merced river
which flows out the valley
to the foothills below
the sounds of water
reverberate throughout the valley
from the continuous roar
of upper, middle and lower yosemite falls
add to this excitement
raucous rapids
and a burbling river
and you have a symphony in change
change is constant
the mighty yosemite falls
will be no more
come august
the gushing merced river
a gentle stream almost
in late summer
even the mountains
change slightly each year
the lord loves it here
running after squirrels and birds
pointing at the falls and streams
playing in the sand
by a stream
going for walks
in the pack on daddy’s back
being held while on a bus
looking at everything
taking in the constantly changing scene
seeing so many people and kids
cars, bicycles, buses
just loving it to be outside
all day
this is really a good trip for him
mother’s favorite child
wandering inside her favorite room
yosemite
so much beauty outside
such ugliness inside
no matter where i go
there i’ll be
with all of my
hunger
anger
fraustration
depression
hate
confusion
desire
selfishness
boredom
mediocrity
i expected so much
to change
in yosemite
to think different
to feel different
to act different
instead i found
i am the same
cheerless
in paradise
more unhappy
than usual
because i expected
to be less so
while here
and i am not
more convinced now
that i never will be
better
ever
i greet each new day
with the same personality
there is no discovery
only useless thoughts
unceasingly
second after second
minute following minute
hour behind hour
day into nite
year in and year out
i stare
at a beautiful waterfall
but i don’t see it
i only see myself
what i want
the falls to be
how i can use it
what can it do for me
i want the stunning mountains
to help me escape
from myself
to make me forget
my worries
my pain
my emptiness
i want this astonishing meadow
to give my life
meaning
joy
happiness
i never see
the falls
mountains
meadows
the way it actually is
without my desires
trying to make it
into something personal
as jk points out
the observer
is the observed
i stare
with eyes open wide
but with a closed mind
too busy
to stop
and just look
i never made it to yosemite
because i never left
inside my head
the fall
is
when i am not
the fall is there
only when i am not there
silent
without
a single movement
of thought
Thursday, April 05, 2007
anticipating paradise
i'm a man with a one track mindso much to do in one lifetime
(people do you hear me)
not a man for compromise and where's and why's and living lies
so i'm living it all, yes i'm living it all
and i'm giving it all, and i'm giving it all
oooh oh yeah yeah - ha ha ha ha ha
yeah yeah yeah yeaaah
i want it all
it ain't much i'm asking, if you want the truth
here's to the future
hear the cry of youth (hear the cry of youth) (hear the cry of youth)
i want it all, i want it all, i want it all and i want it now
freddie mercury
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roy batty:
i've seen things you people wouldn't believe.
attack ships on fire off the shoulder of orion.
i watched c-beams glitter in the dark near the tannhauser gate.
all those moments will be lost in time,
like tears in rain.
time to die.
bladerunner
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the weather is just beautiful
perfect spring weather
not too hot
not too cold
perfect in every way
the morning is cloudy
and chilly
it warms up by nine
and is great by ten or eleven
stays warm until the sun sets
at seven pm
a cold front
came through one afternoon
in minutes
turing the beautiful warm, sunny day
into a dark, cloudy filled
stormy sky
like a cold hurricane
with strong sustained winds
and powerful raindrops
simply amazing weather
it lasted for ten minutes at the most
then just as sudden
it was gone
an hour later
it was bright, warm sunny skies again
nature will always
have a few surprises
for the lordly humans
ruling the planet
ruining the earth
masters of their own
individualized universes
destiny ordained
as do all living creatures
to become dust in the wind
the lord
definitely has a personality
loves to play
dance
playing with water in a glass
holding the water hose
tipping plates over
standing on everything
loves reading the popup books
will climb the wall trying to get to them
like the kangaroo
that jumps as i say “hop”
jad says “hop”
at fourteen months
discernibly intelligent
able to predict my moves
and plan evasive ones
is hard to keep boxed in
always testing boundaries
sushila noticed
that siddhartha knows there is a difference
between two identical remotes
that controls two different lights
our master seeks out one of two remotes
to control the outside light
i sometimes
notice our savior
lost in thought
staring into space
the mahatma’s attention
is gone
for a minute or so
the buddha laughs
by himself
finding things funny
and laughing
when others around him laughs
even strangers
the world teacher
falls and hits his head
on the concrete
flat on his forehead
gets a big bump
for days
poor baby
i feel so bad
whenever i hurt him
by accident
grandma learned the chosen one
“don’t touch”
and the master says it perfectly
with the same intonation and inflection
also says in the right context
like whenever i say no
to the mother’s favorite child doing something
i don’t want him to do
my teacher says
“don’t touch.”
guruji even wakes up saying
“don’t touch.”
the enlightened one
was saying something
for sometime
and we couldn’t figure it out
then one day
sitting outside
the neighbor, jeff
a boy seven years old
said “i think he just said very good.”
then we finally realized
what he was saying,
trying to repeat
what we are always saying
to him
“very good”
we are heading to yosemite
for ten days of spring break
the messiah’s first road trip
life has so much meaning
taking care of mother’s favorite child
taking care of life itself
if i care for my child
i would make sure
that he had all of my time
this was my choice
not his
i have no reason to complain
this is what he is
a needy child
who needs a village
but is lucky to get a nuclear family
rather than a single parent
if i can’t fine the courage
to ignore the world of work
accumulation
“success”
to find the time
in order to provide my vegan child
with sustenance
and a warm, loving
learning-rich environment
why bother
raising a child
growing up
in need
in greed
in heed
the future is now
i must be the example
i would like my child to become
thoughtful
creative
loving
fulfilled
playful
joyful
meditative
silent
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