Ah.. yes.. me too.. i love the hearts carved in wooden bench..
and you know now dear.. that bench that serves as part of swing..
is born the same year as you in ’93..
as i think i have your birth year correct.. at least..
And that is the same year.. that our house is constructed..
that is also 21 years old like you too.. going on 22 this October..
the house by the way.. as i am not sure of your precise month of birth..
but yeah.. Ynot.. i am curious about that.. as all other stuff in life..;)
Anyway.. in bench years.. weathered by hot and humid Florida Sun..
that chair is as old as anything in ‘dog years’..
of weathered storms.. oh yes.. placed on the soil..
it too weathers Hurricanes Erin.. Opal.. Ivan.. Dennis..
and Katrina to some degree..
yes.. the biggest baddest Hurricane
of them all.. in the U.S.. Ms. Katrina is she..:)
But anyway back to bench years..
wife Katrina will love to replace that bench
with something new.. not weathered.. not cracked or broken..
as wife Katrina is a perfectionist.. that i too at one point am too..
if more than her.. in some ways of rigid routines of life…
The story of bricks of life..
that i will summarize a little later.. as part of this lesson of life for me..
Oh.. and then there is the 20 year aluminum siding guaranteed to stay white..
that after 7 years.. begins to peel a little at the edges..
that wife Katrina does want immediately replaced
and not touched up with paint.. as that is not perfect form as well..
Ah the forms of life.. invented by humans.. they do restrict life…
To celebrate life with a broken down bench.. that just serves to remind me
of the beauty of imperfection that no longer serves any purpose
but meaning like that..
Is a lesson In life
of the bricks around the flowers of my home..
that i line up perfectly in sacred geometrical shapes..
and when i get ill.. as wife Katrina hates those shapes..
she removes them from my flower beds..
and then the garden that is my life’s work…
as truly that is my only activity that
comes close to connecting me
to God
during my decades of work…
So i think it’s the end of my world..
as that’s all i have of remembering GOD..
in part.. left in those bricks then..
But ah.. the blessings that come..
a pile of bricks disordered remain..
in the corner of a bed.. since i become well
and have the strength of five men..
I leave them there…
as I know now
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY FEEL
that God lives within me.. not a brick.. not a bench..
and most importantly NOT a book.. or even a word..
God is energy.. God is Power..
God
is
LOVE
and GOD
is also
a bench..
a book..
and
a word..
but most
importantly
GOD
IS
ALL…
THERE IS NO
SEPARATION.. NO
MATTER LOSS OF
BENCH.. BRICKS..
OR
WORDS
MY FRIEND
RAFIAH.. AND
THAT IS GIFT
I PRAY FOR YOU..
TO ALWAYS HAVE
ALLAH.. GOD.. THE
FORCE.. OR WHATEVER
METAPHOR YOU USE
FOR THE UNAMED
BEAUTY OF THE
WHOLE
OF
GOD
TO LIVE INSIDE
YOU.. EXPRESS
AND BE YOU
FOREVERMORE
NOW.. WITH ME
AND ALL OTHERS
AND EVEN A
GRAIN
OF
SAND
AS
ONE
OF COURSE
ON
COU
R
S
E
NOW
!..:)
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Ah.. i love
treasuring the
small things in life..
particularly through the art of
photography and words in many ways..
And my favorite things to treasure that are small..
are all the so-called imperfections in life..
from the strangest weed.. to
chipped off paint..
but only with 6 photos and 570
words for today.. a slow and
rainy one
for me..:)
Must escape the home for
a while and the face
of computer screens..
be back later to read
and comment on all..
This is a great prompt
and I am looking forward
to that the
most..:)
Thanks for sharing your garden (and limiting the number of photos, which mean we appreciate them more). I have a fondness for garden furniture and meals eaten outside.
Hi Gabriella.. i too love the outside life.. all year ’round.. and try to enjoy it as much as possible.. particularly now.. that paid for work.. no longer rules my life..:)
Hope you are having a great now.. as well..:)
Very nice post – is the woman to whom you are referring your daughter? I like the bench and how it has weathered so many storms, like love.
Thanks Kanzensakura.. the woman is like a daughter to me.. but my wife and i only have one son who does not live long.. so this makes my friendship with this Muslim Woman Rafiah from Pakistan.. even more precious to me..:)
Yes.. Unconditional Tough Love.. is the Force of the Universe that weathers all storms…:)
And hope you are having a wonderful night as well..:)
My meditation bench was taken out by my wife. I still have the bricks. I need a new log to split though. I like the hanging swing benches though. They lull me into a nice peace.
I will take those prayers and send some back your way.
Ah.. thanks for the visit.. X.. and those kinds wishes for return of prayer.. and truly this is the prayer i have for everyone.. and my friend.. Rafiah.. who inspires this prayer..:)
And I am so glad you find meditation.. as a way for lulling peace by whatever source of peace brings you a lull of life.. in now..:)
I like the heart shaped swing..I am sure it has heard many songs of meditation..sometimes the imperfections hold the most beauty…I guess one might ponder the foundation…a brick makes a good base.
Yes.. if that swing is words.. of me.. it will likely remember feelings more than words.. of lost and found.. and found again..:)
And thank goodness.. i now move away from bricks.. and find the most comfortable way now on grains of sand.. as earth.. as bricks can have sharp edges.. and i for one am a brick that does not mind being rejected now.. as metaphor of course..:)
Thanks for coming by.. and hope your now is the best it ever is now..:)
Ah.. yes.. important to name one’s fears.. face them..
and let them go.. but to bring in fears that are not part of life..
is not something i care to take part of.. and i no longer watch TV..
and interestingly.. there is no more twilight sleep of the random
memories of a day spent in someone else’s play..
i find comfort in a voice that belongs to me..:)
But wife Katrina says she likes to see the bad
guys get caught.. but reality doesn’t always
work that way.. i’ll stay in one.. that is light..:)
The ride in nature.. is a ride i love too..
in the steps of nature come true..
and truly the beauty..
is in each step and cycle..
of tales alive..:)
A move to home.. a hope for grass..
a fear of sand.. is what i live first..
and with all the lush of green..
now the sand i love..
the most i feel
in toes of
sand.. alive as
me.. as grains
of sand become
love
in
me..:)
Ah.. yes.. when we see the painted layers of life..
on human form.. a jagged edge of colors lorn.. tale me..
my mind is deeper ..not torn.. as lorn makes sense..
and i know not why.. before Google tells me so…
Ah the irony of reality..
the layers of what is now..
is so much more than
layers
of
before
born that’s now..
a synergy of canvas
tapestry.. is where we live
for
now..:)
Well.. the Navy station I spend decades..
as a civil servant as well.. is noted for huge
mutant jet fuel watered frogs.. in fog point
morning of ‘copter wings…
Amazing the depth of those bullfrog roars..
and truly any Chinese Restaurant dreams of legs..
As a younger man.. i enjoy the waves more..
with tight breasted shirts..
and polished high heels..
but that is before the office
life part of the career.. it
takes five years of that
part to almost kill me..
Frogs or not.. or
horny toad waves..
ah.. the old terms
of the salty sailors..
and Racoon ways..:)
Ah.. a life of youth in river front fishing with cane poles for me..
and the jagged faces of lives of elders lived hard and well..
soft hands are mine then.. and finally the callouses of life
come.. and TG the heart is no longer hard.. as love
is the fish i catch for now..:)
Yes.. the map of brain.. a structured place of mechanical
cognition.. the things.. the objects.. no rings.. the places
without feelings.. are maps of cold.. so i throw the map
away.. and hitchhike my way
across emultimotionverse..:)
Ah… for me too.. the escape of North Florida
humidity and heat.. thunder and lightening..
and pouring rain.. but eventually
tropical mist.. to cool a face..:)
I am so amazed at the nature of
sidewalk life.. when the oceans of life..
and wilderness ways.. live on in focus
to live alive.. never
seeing care of
human way..:)
The songs and hues of Nature are
my favorite things too.. to smell
alive is to see the color’s view..:)
To live the eyes of bandit way..
To feel the fur of Raccoon moves..
To see the eyes alive.. yet dark circles
yes.. is to be more than thief.. without
bounty of Nature’s Love..:)
Wife sees me as beast.. i see her as beauty..
i do get the best of that deal.. and she does
the household duties.. and i’m not sure
what i am.. i just am.. just am..
just the facts ma’am.. i tale wife..:)
Ah.. to find peace in Unconditional Love of GOD
tough or not.. is a place i’ll stay weathered
through storms and sun delight..:)
Ah.. yes the prompts of the morning cats.. is purr over me..
and a scratch on vanity mirror that tales tell tails…
of love’s morning meows..
I’ll live for that for
fur of love
that stays
with me
now
of
meow
sounds grand piano for we..:)
Ah.. yes.. peacocks of presents are not a way of love for me..
but my wife has at least a thousand dolphins..
as gifts of bottle nose.. and fins
are her way of Love..
more dolphins come…
‘Yes.. dear’.. more
dolphins..:)
Ah.. yes.. the handcuffs in arms of bird and cage..
where left arm is bird of free..
and right arm is cage of prison..
Ah.. how these metaphors
do come in fruition for
right-brain and
left-brain converse
hands of living..:)
Ah.. the sweat of flowers is the rain of dew..
the dew of humans is a flowering heart..
the work of art.. is in between..
circling around a
flower’s
sweat..:)
Ah.. yes.. the awe of the breakfast ritual.. measure down
to the omelet truth.. but wait thERE are no eggs..
in story.. true.. but i am dreaming the
eggs are scrambled
in a mind a like
that is
waiting
sleep..:)
A coffee cup of memories.. a rich brew can tale..
but is there any more coffee less poetry
of this..:)
Yes.. the pitfalls of life often do come
to greater love connections..
and those who do pass on..
continue to live in
those loving eyes..:)
Now that i write
21 micro poetic responses
in two hours.. i’ll hit the bed..:)
10:16 to 12:19..;)
yes.. with more to come now..:)
4:40
Ah yes.. the bronze cup of beauty
filled to ooze no longer with
snooze.. a bright
new day
of life
is
dawning..
Yes.. there’s nothing
like a stiff cup of coffee
early in the morning.. to get going….;)
Ah.. gay Paris.. or is it Perrier.. not sure.. but the lights
of eyes in glistening water.. of rain dripped streets..
do bring nostalgia of a time well spent
dancing in the rain.. in
French moonlight..:)
Ah.. the twilight last forever now..
but the break of dawn with walks of others..
is certainly a delight that
nary fails.. with rising spirits
in loving now.. the red hued sun.. comes
bright so long.. so long.. is now.. of love..:)
WeLL.. they tell me i am crazy.. so smart.. three degrees.. you shouldn’t
just be helping other folks recreate.. you can be a really special
guy in a suit.. with special title of life..
Oh no! not.. me.. ! i’m smarter than
that..! people are where it’s aT!
noT title machines.. BUT
eventually ‘they’
force me
to become a
‘big one’
in office.. YES!
the trap is set..
and yeS.!. truly THAT almost kills me too..
Humans are not meant to multi-task..
that’s a job for computers.. not
a flesh and blood
social
cognition
machine..
at least like
me.. he HE!
I ESCAPE!
I DANCE!
I LIVE!
NOW!..:)
THANKS!.. I NEEDED THAT!..;)
When a tree falls..
in a forest without humans..
God sings a lament of Joy…:)
Ah the synesthete.. a true Athlete of internal senses..
emotions.. and symbols of mind enjoining..
spring rains of bells ringing..
in heaven and hell and all between..
tHere is certainly a spectrum..
of this reigns true..
the drops of rains on fire..
reins strings of cold..
in Winter’s heat.. of golden
and red shade numbers..
dark and sparkly.. bright alive..:)
Ah.. the death of young men do enter
virtual worlds.. where even women
no longer exist.. ah.. the controller
of rat laced buttons of life laced
with opiate of fading loss..
Fertility rate going down..
perhaps that is a plus
of virtual worlds.. plus
the human cost of course
of loving
life…when
young men
become the
Matrix more…
OMG! I love your comment the most.. this is what I do everyday
for almost two years.. everywhere I go.. OMG! i have
541 Facebook selfie profile photos for everyday..
i make myself a work of art and lose friends
along the way.. and yes.. gain some too..
to keep the balance too..and yes..
i dance everywhere i go..
no matter what the stiff
boards do..
Be you! BE FREE!
That’s all that
really COUNTS
in life
you know..
yes! you do know
you tell us here!..:)
Big smiles.. love
the simple
WALMART LIFE!
So hard when the wine of life dries up..
been there done it for too long in
life.. just to be wine.. at all.. is
great.. to appreciate the
simple is enough
for me..:)
But haha! it doesn’t
always come out
that way.. for
now my
chalice
runneth over
at least.:)
Ah.. the beauty of graphite lined artful
words.. yes.. at a bank today.. filling
some paper work.. out.. far
beyond retirement years
of work.. wondering
if i even can use
a pencil cursive
again..
Technology..
does change it all..
But a blessing for me
with Motor Dysgraphia..:)
If not for a computer over
10 million words from me
in close to five years
will never exist
beyond
Technology
and Digital
Keyboard i
play
for now..:)
5:44 makes 31
and end for
now.. in
poetic
expression
for a while..:)
And that’s about
an average writing
time of 10 per
hour.. or 6 minutes
each.. as OH GOD..
i can’t help it..
i like
SCIENCE TOO!..:)
Ah.. the peace of mind..
in understanding that all
of creation is a seed..
and we are bloom
of seasons
to come again..:)
A garden of love
is truth of all
of
reality..:)
Love your heart bench–and truly love God.
Hi Dell Clover.. thanks for coming by and sharing my love for hearts of bench and Love for God.. and may your nows be as beautiful as a heArt of GOD as well..:)
Thank you much.
To have a fondness for the weathered the broken, and the things with a history is really to get closer to God in a way. Love your garden
Yes.. and starting bare ground in ’93.. a structure does come.. fertilizer.. no pesticide.. but still structure galore.. and letting it all go back to nature.. is truly a wonder thing.. as much wild mix of beauty makes it’s way in tapestry of GOD’s Nature.. ah.. life does love to live..
is the bottom line for me.. and i let it live in my backyard.. however it likes..
ants and all..
who tread the backyard dance of life
with me..:)
Thanks for coming by Bjorn.. and hope
you will continue to have a great
poetic now!..:)
“To celebrate life with a broken down bench.. that just serves to remind me / of the beauty of imperfection that no longer serves any purpose”…my favorite lines of this poem…to find beauty in everything is a gift not possessed by all…i also like your view of God…it’s inspiring…thanks for the lovely post 🙂
Ah.. Thanks so much Sumana for that nice appreciation of what I do here friend..
I love life and I share that..
I cannot ask for more, my friend..:)
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NO, I am not desperate to impress; I do it naturally every day; and that’s a fact.
In fact, the volume and number of compliments I get from folks in real life like I’m so excited to meet the dancing legend makes me rather uncomfortable.
The issue with Autism is with the higher functioning type; science is finding now it is an issue of epigenetics for many folks and limiting ways of thinking and not increasing physical intelligence that is the cause of much functional disability, including difficulties with emotional regulation; sensory integration; and cognitive executive functioning, including focus and short term working memory.
Movement therapy is now used to treat theses very symptoms of Autism.
This makes perfect sense, as Eastern philosophies through the martial arts have made men and women into the archetype of ‘Superman’ many times through history. Bruce Lee is of note in recent history. Jack Lalanne is another who exceeds human potential through will of mind and body in balance exceeding limitations for humans assumed before.
And Art therapy is now used as therapy for Autism; however, strict instructions for art will not work; real emotional expressing art focuses on the expressions of unlimited emotions without mechanical cognition restraints, per the metaphor of paint by numbers.
I bring to the table here that more is possible than some of these folks who sit glued to their computer and never leave the proverbial basement of mom and dad’s house may think there is by the idea that Autism is mostly an innate issue rather than a cultural negatively epigenetic produced one of limitations on physical intelligence, which also increases non-verbal intelligence that is the most important type of reciprocal social communication for effective social interaction.
Human beings have the potential for positive Epigenetics in effect and AFFECT in unpacking DNA through environmental challenge, adaptation, and change. Same as the general process of neuroplasticity; however, with epigenetics the results can look like miracles in looking from the outside; instead of understanding the real physical human potential of this in both mind and body balance through neuroplasticity and epigenetics.
Mind and body are the same general ‘thing’; receptors for memory in intelligence and emotions are both in body and brain.
To believe that life lives in a computer screen, a lecture, or a book; or a mechanical cognition activity like playing a video game is a cruel way to treat a highly evolved mind and body; when and where finally tuned thrives in the joy of life.
A cat rolling around in the sand in the mid-day sun is ‘happier’ than most people for this very FACT that the cat has mind and body balance and this certainly is NOT LIMITED to Autism; as half the nation in the U.S. is on some kind of pain medication for chronic pain; much of which is somatic in origin, as indirect or direct results of chronic stress; and associated emotional dis-regulation; sensory dis-integration; out of focus; out of short term working memory potential; and out of mind and body balance to put it in layman’s terms.
I know I am incredibly intelligent friend; and am still assessed with off the chart IQ by professionals who help me with my 19 medical disorders during my catastrophic synergy of illness as a shut-in in my home for 5 years.
However, at that time I tell them I am incredibly retarded, because my emotional intelligence is gone, as compared to before my synergy of catastrophic illnesses. I also stumble when I walk, as my physical intelligence becomes retarded, as well. At that point I clearly understand that physical and emotional intelligence are much more important than book learning, my friend. A person with an IQ of 70 is head and shoulders over me then. And yes, I do have a measured standard IQ of well over 130; graduating 11 out of a class of 381; and then going on with a triple major and three college degrees; and successful upper pay grade eventually with government service, at a quarter of a century there; leadership classes with the county; etc. etc. etc., my friend.
Those doctors could not help me; I cured myself by looking within and finding the innate instinctual and intuitive answers in mind and body balance; and through at least some empirical means of measure through the AQ quiz moving from 44 to 45 to 11 on that scan for Autism; the non-science Aspie Quiz from 195 to 92; and the Emotional Intelligence test from mid 50’s to 95 in just the course of a Summer through what even professionals call a religious type miracle; I know this is epigenetics in real time effect and affect; and what the professionals describe as recovery from Autism.
My recovery is in both the art of connecting emotions to language in free verse poetry with no man-made instructions and the physical intelligence of increasing mind and body balance literally to core of abdominal muscles in any direction I walk or dance through ballet and martial arts style dance-walk I make up as I go; now for over 3600 miles measured by Nike GPS Sports Watch, everywhere I go in public, with my gorgeous shopaholic wife.
After recovery, I look to science for similar answers and find that science is now finding these same answers to help many folks stuck out of mind and body balance. One quick book of reference on the cutting edge is by a Medical Doctor titled ‘The Body Keeps Score’.
The difficulty with further scientific study is it is not considered ethical to do large studies on humans like this; so, much of it is limited to case studies; however, the FACT IS it works.
If I did not find these answers; my life will still be stuck in a bedroom, all closed-in;
Instead, my life I evidence in human potential for others, and provide a way of understanding this through many avenues of communication; the greatest of which is the nonverbal dance itself that inspires hundreds; if not thousands of folks to participate in this type of dance in my local metro area to increase their own mind and body balance;
Albeit, mostly at the bar I attend with young folks where the hundreds of photos of gorgeous women I supply here for proof for the naysayers, smile ear to ear with me, with the muse of dance I bring to them.
But even so, literally hundreds of people throughout my metro area videotape me and share this new art of dance all around the world for potential of others to try it more, on Facebook; and potentially gain greater mind and body balance in simply the bliss I have by doing this everyday of my life.
Sometimes you have to stand on a desk, my friend; per example of the Dead Poet’s Society movie to get people’s attention first before they will notice anything in life. Particularly, in a day and age where science measures the average attention span of human beings as that of a gold fish.
While my hyperbolic style of communication may not be comfortable for some folks here; it is precisely the pill that works for communication for the novelty seeking crowd of a culture that is always looking for the new thing to do.
And the hyperbolic style of dance is what the young folks, in particular, crave; in a culture of Walmart Walkers who are more or less the Zombie Apocalypse come true. A life spent in head of worries; instead of simple animal homeostasis, in mind and body balance.
And listen up; over 1.1 million folks view what I do, just on my Google Plus page.
Just ’cause it is not your limited cup of tea my friend; does NOT mean ‘Jack’ in the much bigger real world.
It’s not a place of limitations anymore for folks who can see further than their own illusory limitations.
I have NO limitations my friend. That is why I am the only male in the world on YouTube that is leg
pressing 930LBS, turning 55 on June 6th, with arms raised in the air on a parallel leg press machine, 14 times slowly and surely, which is much more difficult, per bio-mechanical advantage, than the standard vertical leg press sled machine that most leg presses are limited to on the YouTube sources for this.
When I do this the look is HOLY SHIT; AND YES, I have the Video to prove that the response in real time is HOLY SHIT TOO.
I PROVE what I do, my man, to let other folks know that real life miracles are possible; epigenetics is real in this way; and to put limits on life is to reduce the potential for human potential to become a real Legend and Hero in what I hear from folks in the public on a weekly basis that I humbly appreciate; but still know what I do is far from what folks like Bruce Lee and Jack LaLanne do in life.
But to give myself credit, I did start at age 53, and am only 21 months into what may eventually be MUCH MORE TO COME.
Don’t worry; you’ll be informed.
Perhaps you’ll hear about it in the news. Winks..;)
The cynical voices around here are poison to human potential.
I don’t like poison; the voices though; not the humans behind the voices.
‘Those’ I deal with on case-by-case basis, to whatever is required to make MY CASE..;)
BUT anyway, it is freedom of expression; the greatest freedom of all.
Trust me, you will never deter me at all; you cannot imagine the places
I have been or ‘grow’ to now, my friend.
Not saying I know yours either, or I want to, for that matter at all; from
the vibes of you, my friend.
But yes; I believe in freedom of expression and will freely die for
that if necessary. So say what you want, and I will casuAlly listen..:)
my friend….
Yes, what I see as darkness muses me the most, in some ways….
so yes; that makes you MY friend, for sure..:)
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I thoroughly enjoyed your post. Thank you for your words and your prayer.
Ah.. thanks Myrna.. a new prayer for each now is what i look for to continue to inspire life.. and truly it’s not hard it’s a natural flow of life for me.. at least for now..
Hope you are having a great now as well.. with all the blessings and peace that can come from life..:)
oh i love old benches – and the stories they tell… in our old house we had a very old one – it was almost falling apart but my – what stories it had to tell…
Ah yes.. the relics in life become a part of the emotional expression of us.. and truly when one creates a bench like that with the hearts physically constructed as part of structure.. their soul lives on.. like the shell of Nautilus mansion.. even 21 years after the fact.. as this post proves…
And yes.. perhaps 100 years after.. in a random Google search all our souls will live on far after this terrestrial life.. in the eyes of souls of others.. in all the words of hearts that become edifices of our soul and hearts as well..expressed in spirit of words..:)
All things we connect our emotions to in life from words to broken down benches are idols of souls and hearts.. and spirit expressed….
All is GOD; tHere is no idol too small or too large to worship GOD from Golden Calf to the eyes of the most lovely girl in the world.. All is GOD and all is GOOD in the eyes of GOD that IS no limitations in expectations infinitum.. and
beyond.
And that’s the truth
of
Unconditional TOUGH Love..
put into action..
that humans can reflect
in a broken down
bench
as well.. as the eyes of the most
beautiful girl in the world who
IS Mother Nature
AKA
GOD..:)
This is a somewhat trimmed down version of your normal wonderfully frenzied creative poetic photographic blast; & hey it works well, allowing more of the dVerse gang to comment, to absorb, to understand. My favorite line is /the story of bricks of life/. I enjoy the images of your backyard, for in Florida, as in the Southwest, there is little attempt to curry a lawn, & dump tons of water on it to keep it pristine. It must be interesting to have a wife they named a devastating hurricane after.
Hi Glenn.. as most of my stuff.. this is just a shorter or longer comment in reply to a friend.. as I see all folks as friends.. in a casual comment in friendly Interaction in Internet Land…
The first poetic expression I write.. in the right column of my Google Blogs.. and first blog post.. in the beginning of March 2013.. is just a real time written Facebook response to a friend as well.. when words start to flow without conscious planning thinking science mind..:)
My goal in life is not to write poetry.. it is to be poetry.. and dance in all i do.. and truly it is no goal.. it is simply a practice of living life free as the Jonathan Livingston Seagull me can be….
Smiles and Katrina is just a Saint for taking care of
me..:)
I suppose that’s better than a Hurricane Like Katrina.. but Lord knows even with
all the human death and destruction.. the heat of the
earth must be redistributed and the human
lesson is not to live in marshes
or
barrier Islands..
although there is no
choice in life but
heavier risk for
life.. as well..
for the unfortunate
or folks who do choose to
live with risk.. as free is free can be..:)
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Well, if you do not believe music is an excellent tool for life, it will not be.
Without belief in something; you might as well not use it.
With the Emotions of Faith, Hope, and Belief,
almost anything is possible in life, for NOW.
And OG, I’ve already proven how that manifests
in my life time and time again, here; and yes, even
science now shows that listening to
Electronic Rave Music without
even the dancing
can generate
the fountain
of
youth in
older human
beings aka HGH,
Human Growth Hormone.
Perhaps, that is where my 930LBS
LEG pressing, arm raising, 14 times,
power comes from, as it certainly is not
from my naturally low occurring levels of
Testosterone; just measured at 221, last month.
The use of high frequencies of sound is shown now
in science to levitate small objects. Perhaps that is
part of why I float on terrestrial land in metaphor
while listening to music and dancing walk in RAVE
WAYS; additionally, with electronic music in the
dancing bars I go; Yes, people describe the
way I move as water, to use a Bruce Lee
metaphor, as well.
TO discount
the power
of belief in
life, can be
to discount
life short now; and now
there are NO if ands or
buts or even politics to
that my friend. It is the
science of mind and
not not the scientific
method, as that is
way too small
to measure
‘Supermen’
and Superwomen
in life, who do MORE
than ‘robots’ on ‘Sidewalk’ ‘talk’.
At any rate, as always, thanks for the muse..:)
Friend.
The Big
Bang still
makes music;
for what that’s worth.
I hear heaven Allnow.
Others hear a song of Nihl.
The bottom LINE NOTE is
music CAN and does drive human will.
Quote:
‘And on that note…
….this song.’
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Great share!
Thanks for dropping by Delaina.. and yes.. i truly enjoy sharing this inspiration of prayer with and from friends of life..:)
Hope you are having a splendid now.. as well..:)
^^^
Ah Yes.. Love is blind.. Love is Free.. Love is no mind.. Love is heArt…
Soul is me.. Soul is you.. Soul is us.. Soul is we.. in mind and body
Spirit we see.. Spirit we hear.. Spirit we touch..
Spirit we taste.. Spirit we smell..
Proprioception with nerves..
bones.. ligaments.. tendons..
muscles.. flesh.. and blood
skin all over we
becomes one
with Nature’s
environment
and the six
senses of
human
are
complete
with LOVE
my
Friend..:)
And Spirit
becomes union
of me.. you.. us..
and Unconditional Tough
Love is the Seventh LOVE
of God with WE.. all feeling
soul in mind and body balance
heArt of all nuances of emotional
feelings and senses and Spirit
expressing Unconditional Tough
Love Freely.. and then some
humans love with gifts..
affirmations..
quality time..
acts of service.. along with
affectionately connecting touch
for 5 ways of love and then there
is the 6th love of Altruism.. up
to laying one’s life down
for a
friend
AS Sacred Love..
All part of Tree of Life
with no particular order
shape… or size.. Oh..
and then there is
mind and school
and such as
that
often killing
the rest
of that
Tree of Life with
Tree of Crystallizing
Knowledge as robots sipping
vine of yesterday..
never truly
Loving Now…
Tears of God
Vines
flow
IN
heArt
filling
Souls
WITH SPIRITS
BOLD BALANCING
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Oops, oh, my goodness; I forget to answer the question.
There are elements of reason and myth in the bible.
But the overall truth is, the bible is a work of art coming
from the creative mind of human beings; per free verse
poetic expressions in parables, psalms, and such as that.
This creative mind that generally speaking is the ‘right
brain’ is more related to social cognition activities,
including cognitive and affective empathy,
music, and yes, art in general; as well
as connecting in sensual
ways of human
connection.
Unfortunately, in modern societies
as culture becomes more of a ‘left
brained’ way of mechanical cognition;
the development of the art of mind is
failing among the general populaces as humans
become more like machines than the balanced
connecting works of art they are overall evolved
to be. The overall result of this is humans are no
longer creating new ways of looking at the world in
artful ways of being. Instead, the words of others becomes
gold; including the works of art in the past; like the bible
in all its gold and tainted human art of life. That’s a real
problem being stuck in the past; whether it is the bible, science,
or even the strangest of pagan and or occult beliefs. Truly Aleister
Crowley gets one thing correct. Human relative free will with LOVE
in do as thou wilt; instead of following the rules of times gone past,
is the way of true freedom of human expression. I thrive as I do not
limit my learning to any avenue; any TYPE of person; per standard IQ
or anything else. This world is big and everyone has something worth
while to say; for those who listen, learn, and do learn something, at
least, from the greatest to the least; where the meek often
have the greatest lessons of all to learn
about a simple life
of LOVE and
HUMAN RELATIVE
FREE WILL IN MIND
AND BODY
BALANCE;
like the other
really smart
animals who
live this
way.
The rest of it; most of it
anyway; as far as intellectual
pursuits; is mental masturbation
by the time the game of love is over
for the time
being
now
in human
relative free
WILL.
But yeah
‘THAT’S FUN TOO..:)
People will not
STOP that either..;)
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I’ll take the FACT that ANA expresses
empathy toward other folks here
and does not ride them down;
any day over science.
Science is just a tool.
Humans are real.
Get real.
Just a suggestion…;)
Her own values of human compassion, dignity,
and selflessness will take her further in life
than any science
ever will…
no matter where ‘they’ come from.
But I’m not talking about a job.
I’m talking about enjoying life;
and connecting to other REAL
flesh and blood folks…
And a Philosophy or Science that
does not include that is nothing much of
all of real human value when flesh and blood
becomes
‘life’;
If it ever does.
The greatest wonderment of evolution
of any animal is the capability of
healthy human beings to love
and socially cooperate.
Anything else is below
this greaTEST OF
ALL human
potential;
of
all
evolution
now;
on Earth,
at least..:)
Seriously, sometimes
‘this place’ needs an enema..;)
And ‘this place’ refers to all of online ‘adventures’ where ‘avatars’ make
folks not culpable for the lack of basic humanity in human
cognitive and affective empathy for other human beings.
In real life, people open doors for folks, where I live.
And for folks that openly ride other folks down; there
are real flesh and blood consequences for that as well.
Those are the rooms of life, I enjoy the most.
Most of online is sick; very
sick in this
way and
‘seriously’
sad.
Check your heart Dent; again, just a suggestion.
ANA is human; I KNOW THAT FOR A FACT.
God! she is a saint
here.
I am hoping for a laugh as the wink might elicit that is tongue in CHEEK; but never the less, strong disagreement, like I do not give a dam what you think, and BOLDING is an improvement.
There is HOPE for you Mr. Dent.
Smiles.
I am no ‘tattle tale’; but I am a ‘Behavior Modification’ expert.
Just another area of my expertise…
I believe in full disclothsure and disco..;)
Well, ‘dear’, in terms of endearment and joy; in case you never peruse it, when I provide the direct links before; the ultimate truth of that falsehood about you doubting my joy; is as simple as typing in with quotes, in a google search, ‘God’s Muse of Dance’. And when you see the grinning faces of well over two-hundred gorgeous girls with me, grinning just as big; some hanging all over me, for the muse of dance I bring to them; if you cannot see the Kingdom of Heaven of Now; you will never see it, my friend; at least from the outside looking in.
And OH MY GOD; I’m just joking about the frigging BM (behavior modification expert) stuff;
Isn’t IT obvious by now I’m a clown. That is my social role in life,
friend. It’s much fun and sometimes a challenge;
but the rewards are priceless.
After all, I give you three videos to clue you in on that..;)
But I’m serious, Art; bliss IS in the flesh and blood heART;
not the abstract thought mind; And yes, imagination,
creativity, and ART expressed as spirit in FLESH
AND BLOOD ways from human souls, in mind
and body balance; fully alive for now;
connecting with other humans
and the rest of Nature aka God
in the metaphor of Spirit.
And I know nothing about your sexuality or sensuality; but trust me that
is a core of all human imagination, creativity, and productivity; in ART
connecting to what you LIKE; and yes, the scientific method in
the science of human lust and love; evidences this too;
Yes, you can look that up on Google, if you like, too..:)
And if the first piece of evidence
is not enough to convince you;
There is another one called ‘666 Months of Dance’.
With around a hundred more women; give or take.
I also share my nude art with them; and they FEEL
IT’S COOL; ‘can I have a link to that’; is what they ask.
No, not all; but some; I do not want to exaggerate..:)
Trust me; I get around Much MUCH further than
this little place; in ‘imaginary online’, far, far
from the flesh and blood; I for one, FEEL
IN PERCEPTION; never limited to words
and analytical life, alone; in flesh and
Blood Life, with all my favorite friends..:)
Albeit; mostly female;
always have been and AM still,
a LADY’S MAN; it’s a great way of life;
And if nothing else, I tell you; you
will believe; my joy all the time
is irrefutable, as evidenced
in those
LINKS!
If not; I’ll just
giggle, as you
are being silly, too;
if you do not
google that
as truth.
Smiles..:)
Lighten up Arthur.
We are one life;
for NOW;
and it
is much more
than either
words or science;
or food, for that matter..:)
At least; THAT potential is tHere.
Oh yeah; and the biggest Kicker
is I’m turning 55, on June 6th;
‘not’ to mention being a
shut-in, for five long
years, with all
the 19 disorders
just ending
22 months
ago.
While I’m out having the time
of my life; my peers sit
still on mall benches;
looking grim.
That doesn’t have to
be your future; but
the future is
in YOUR HANDS
my friend; it
takes FLESH
AND BLOOD
WORK TO
be always
happy
like
me,
in simple animal homeostasis
in A mind and body
balance of a
DANCE OF
LIFE..:)
where much more
than fingers do the
TALKING..;)
Epigenetics IS SERIOUS
STUFF, Arthur Dent dude;
and, I for one, in case-study
prove just how cool it is.
Use it or lose it;
most definitely
does apply;
in both positive
and negative
epigenetics;
in just one
LIFETIME.
While you ‘guys’
are worrying about facts
of the past, I am creating
a great now, for me;
in coolest Epigenetic
way!
It is the greatest
Wonderment associated
with Evolution in
just one life;
SERIOUSLY
COOL
STUFF,
‘it’ is.
Believe ‘it; or not;
in ‘Ripley’s terms’
of Fred the clown..:)
The ‘tears’ of
‘this clown’
are joy,
my friend..:)
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Beautiful pics, and so much meaning and memory in a bench. YOu are amazing-But sometomes hard to keep up with! I really appreciate the tenderness, and detail of theis poem,
Hi, enthusiasticallydawn.
Those are very sweet compliments and I am humbled to receive them.
And truly my flesh and blood has difficulty keeping up with my spirit as well.
But it’s worth it for now and LOVE..:)
Bless you and peace always for you
with LOVE..:)
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Oh Lord, the differences and fallacies of the
detail folks vs. folks with BIG PICTURE vision.
As Above so Below, is of the oldest wisdom of human beings
with bigger ‘eyes AND ears than ants’ to observe the natural world around them.
As a culture of Agriculture the idea that humans are formed from dust and clay/dirt
is not that big of a jump of logic when most ever thing one eats is formed from dust and dirt/clay.
And yeah that stuff we eliminate is not too far from what the herd animals have in common with us as well, as domesticated cats and dogs.
Well, the similarities of all stuff comes into purview that humans have this oneness with all of that;
where at least some humans, reflect all of that with the way their minds work too, as they come from all of that;
all together, as is now.
It scares some humans who think they are so special,
as separate from the rest of nature; where they cut foreskins off
to separate themselves from the other HE mammals.
It’s just common sense friend. Something the GOD of Nature gifts human beings with ‘bigger eyes’ to see.
The scientific method is necessary in modern terms, as it can be the difference between life or death, when it comes time to analyze the dangers and efficacies of modern pharmaceuticals and much more than that.
But NEVER THE LESS; I for one as a human being can see truths of nature AND GOD
from the time I am three, before I can speak, with this common human perception
that goes well beyond words, my friend.
And truly science shows that not all folks can visually image the world and interpret it like this.
I am a non-verbal child not speaking until age 4, with a hyperlexic form of Autism, so interpreting the symbolic
nature of reality is my area of expertise. This verbal writing stuff for me, is only the epigenetic effect of unpacking
the potential of my DNA, through the physical challenge of losing effective use of my sight and hearing for
5 long years. Before that writing or oral speaking, is difficult for me, in terms of output. Now it flows, baby..:)
Practice, practice, practice, practice makes flow a reality in human terms of creativity.
Flow requires no conscious planning or awareness in thought.
No doubt that the folks who write the free verse poetry of the bible and are not limited to standard metered structured poetry are likely hyperlexic-leaning as well, along with the ability to provide the much deeper meaning of nature as GOD that is hidden in the abstract terms of the bible that literalists are not able to interpret.
Genesis, while crude in its approach makes perfect sense, as first there is dark then light and eventually humans come from dust and clay as metaphor.
Well, the scientific method, in its much finer detailed approach to understanding nature and the truth of existential reality for humans just proves that fact more than ever before; and the idea of a cycle of life in nature and a seed of reality exploding into existence receding and dying like a wave of the ocean, and gaining life again in return from shore is poetic above so below reality, and JUSTICE, my friend.
And ‘true poetry’, is connecting the dots of stuff in life from abstract mind reality to physical concrete reality and the converse; that the whole enchilada of existence is a living and dying thing and living thing again; and all of reality is a cycle of death and life.
And OH MY GOD, if the worst case scenario comes true and we get just one shot at this thing called life; in regard to infinity; and the death and rebirth and death and rebirth infinitum, does not bring a conscious awareness back ever again, on a personal level;
The greatest gift of our reality is our imagination and our ability to shape our realities with it, in flesh and blood life; as I for one, prove is possible with the documentation of my life.
But alas, this reality of GOD’s Nature does not necessarily have to be fair; although Karma could reckon that out; if that is also real in terms of that above so below thingy too; as one can clearly observe the effect and affect of Karma in just the span of one lifetime, who has ‘eyes’ to see this.
But anyway, if life’s not fair, and you do not have the ability to imagine your reality in life and make it come to fruition in flesh and blood terms, like I do now, everyday of my life, since I attain this highest of human potential, as I prove in my life everyday and document;
I am truly sorry you cannot; and hope there is another life for you, when and where you can, in terms of now; as there is no bliss possible known now, as great as one created by human imagination and creativity in real flesh and blood terms; that can be proven, irrefutably so, like I have done here time and time again.
Perhaps there are the chosen ones in life; and if so
I for
one
am
BLESSED for NOW;
AND GOD
FOR ONE
DOES
EXIST
IN this way;
to allow
this grace
of GIFT;
IF only
in one
lifetime; it
is still
BLISS forevermorenow;
And most definitely
the metaphor for
the KINGDOM OF HEAVEN NOW.
God lives WiTH in me friend;
and I co-create with GOD;
If all folks cannot do that;
that’s just horrifyingly sad
to me; and proof that this
realm of existence can be
both Heaven and Hell
for two separate
individuals;
one co-creating
with GOD; and
one separate from
GOD in this one way
of
life;
that can be two or
Much more, of course;
as each human being
Universe is unique;
as already proven
by
science, in detail
ways of analysis,
per the scientific
method; but still
that is just frigging
common sense for
me from the time
I
am
three.
Even then I CAN see the
differences in the perceptions
of animals as well as humans,
in regard to unique Universes
of perception other than mine.
I am a COGNITIVE AND AFFECTIVE
EMPATHY SAVANT MY FRIEND..
That is my Autistic
SUPER POWER.
And there are many more
silent ones out there like I AM
before; with the cognitive and
affective empathy of
14.5 billion
years;
and much much
MORE.
NOW I
can talk;
and share THAT
TOO..:)
Whether or NOT
folks have eyes
and ears to see
and hear
IT.
So yes, in terms of
as above so below;
the Wrong Planet,
in at least one
way, is both
HEAVEN
AND
HELL.
I AM at least;
that one way
of
HEAVEN MY
FRIEND,
for
here, at least.
And if I am the only
one who can see that;
it’s not strange at all;
at least not for me.
The folks like me
are more likely in the
reading audience;
interpreting the
greater realities
of life silently,
as
always….
Perhaps one day; they too,
will lose the effective use
of their vision and hearing;
and come to speak
these truths
too;
ALOUD
AND
ALLOWED;
LIKE
ME.
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This is one of my favorites of yours, Fred. That bench and its story really grabbed me, as did your reflection. God With/In.
Thanks Victoria. It is inspired by love.
There is no greater joy than Unconditional Love; tough or not..:)
Hope your are having a blessed now; my friend..:)
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I like batch the most; as a b***h or a botch, can make the beach so pleasing after experiencing THAT..:)
Truly that’s the meaning of life; appreciating the whole dam batch; light, dark, and all the hues and shades and colors of 50 trillion or more; shades of grey…:)
Life is ’50 shades of Grey’.
And yes, there is more
to that movie,
than ‘grey’; as well..:)
There’s ‘Christian Grey’..;)
and much, much more..:)
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Dude, in the much bigger world it is a turn on; as over 1.1 million views
on my Google plus page attest two in just two years. And with
literally thousands by the day increasing; astronomically in proportion.
Satisfied folks do not complain. And the naysayers are just too miserable
in their own life to tolerate and accept differences in others, most often.
I do not give a crap what negative stuff
you think and express about my freedom of expression.
It is free. And free is the ultimate truth of human.
Cannot you come to any conversation without arrogance.
I think not; so far in my ‘objective
analysis’ of your communication.
But I will still defend your freedom of expression to death.
Regards are not enough, while you talk a big religious talk;
your humanity, rarely, if ever shines through your
words…
And that’s where you can use some improvement
my friend, on emotional expression, rather than
‘dead language’, with little to no metaphor
for humanity. Just repeating stuff folks
talk about 2k years ago or so,
is a ‘robotic’ way
of
life.
And will inspire absolutely NO ONE;
In the real flesh and blood world.
In the REAL FLESH AND BLOOD
world I inspire folks to
the tune
of thousands a day
for the ultimate
truth of freedom
of human
expression;
as God evolves
human to be for NOW.
All the rest of this
IS MENTAL masturbation.
Only heart inspires.
Words are nothing,
without that.
And human soul
and spirit,
of course.
Gnostic is just an
empty word of
nothing without
human soul,
heart, and
spirit fully
expressed.
If the real gnostic Jesus dude;
the zealous one who is all
for war and violence
to institute change
does not understand
that; he is likely
a psychopathic
leaning dude;
not unlike
Aleister
Crowley,
per insights
vs. compassion of the human
soul, and heart, expressed in spirit.
Thanks GOD; at least modern Christianity
creates a Jesus that has a warm
heart; disagreeing with parents
is one thing; but hating
them to follow ‘a Jesus’
is just
bullshit, too.
The gnostic gospels are full of insights;
but yes; just like the New Testament and OT;
they are full of bullshit, too; away from
the truth of nature and humankind,
as a socially cooperating animal
with unconditional tough love;
and compassion
to make survival
real; not unlike
a wolf in the
wild for
survival;
many of which are
kinder than human
beings on this
website, and
the rest
of ‘online’
for sure;
Where
lesser
humans
than wolves
do ‘thread’…
I identify it;
talk about it
and propose
solutions for
it; without
either the need
for violence or war.
That makes me heads
above most of the
folks other
than Buddha
who come before
me; as most others
are all for war for change.
One cannot instill change
of heart with either violence,
war, or arrogance against tolerance
and acceptance in freedom of
expression for all others.
Just limit it to the topic at hand,
if you can, instead of
getting personal;
or yes; I will
call you
out on it;
as I do believe
you have more
potential in expressing
your humanity and actually
inspiring folks; my friend..:)
Otherwise, I would not
make you worth
any of
my valuable
time and effort, here.
But yes, I can use
it as lessons; elsewhere;
for others to peruse
among the 1.1. million..:)
no matter; your acceptance of
the suggestions and advice.
Your words
do not
speak
volumes;
My friend.
But there is
always room
for improvement.
Now, I see some of ‘that’.
Change comes with work.
I for one; make ‘stuff’ happen..;)
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Love the pics that always adorn your postings. Invariably these are very nicely snapped in lighter vein!
Hank
Hi Hank.. thanks for stopping by.. and I am so happy you love the photos.. not everyone likes photos.. but i certainly do.. and that is a main focus of my art in appreciating the moments and the blessings of my life.. and sharing them.. as this blog does serve as a connection to friends and relatives too.. who keep up with my life.. and yes.. even my sister.. as of course not everyone is into words.. some folks are never comfortable writing on the Internet in social communication at all.. so I am here for both types of folks and all in between..:)
There are many more silent readers that never post here.. and some just do not have the time.. or the practice practice and practice it takes to get fast at writing stuff.. with meaning..:)
And all that’s okay too… unique humans and unique human universes is the ultimate play of life to both tolerate and accept..:)
Hope your now is splendid.. as well..:)