Ineffables

One Sun,

not two,

not a male and a female Sun, one Sun,

and the Earth, and all life on it, were raised up by the One Sun

and brought out of the Earth like fruit comes forth from a tree

and all energy is that of

Our Father, the Sun.

What is back of the Sun?

The bang?

What was before the bang?

How old is the oldest religion of Earth? It all tastes to me like self-serving nonsense. All I need to know is-

One Sun,

not two,

not a male and a female Sun, one Sun,

and the Earth, and all life on it, were raised up by the One Sun

and brought out of the Earth like fruit comes forth from a tree

and all energy is that of

Our Father, the Sun.

What is back of the Sun?

The bang?

What was before the bang?

Nothing?

Silence?

A Void?

Believe I'll research the list of apparent ineffables before attempting any further efforts to behave as a human being. Where to begin? Where is there available for examination by one such as I nothing other than a void silence? Ummm.

*WIND

Of late, have I spent months in almost constant wind. Strong wind, most of it, without noticing until just this moment that the wind itself is silent. It is the effect of it on things, such as trees, that make the sounds I associate with wind. Now, I hear a kind of music being made by relationship of many tall trees and wind, roof and wind, siding and wind, grasses and wind. There is more to it than I thought. Also, there is a story.
Something silent is back of it. A feeling is back of that. I am alert now.
I can easily develop ideas, they pop up, around which the wind is causing me unnecessary irritation, upsetting me, threatening me, and that should not be the case. What are my thoughts they should want me to take it personally? For me, Wind should stop? Hmmm. For months, I have been asking myself, How long must I endure this constant pounding in my brain? But instead, just now, I prefer to take another route. I am in relationship to what is happening between silent, invisible force, an energy, and all things in the vicinity of where I stand. Not separate. Not isolated from it.
I am dominated suddenly with a feeling. The feeling that I am out of my element in judging the wind, the silent energy that is moving all around me. I want to escape somehow from arrogance to still myself, not the wind. Pay attention! Pay attention, full attention to a symphony that is playing wildly to see it for what it is, not abstractly, in ideas, but actually. I am here. I am actual, not an abstract idea, or a bundle of them, as I was until a few moments ago, I am present within the play of life, not my life, life!
I looked up as tress were being tossed back and forth, helpless instruments yielding to the strain, asked to endure relentless poundings from a player who has something important to say! And it is as if I am one of those trees! I resound! My heart leaps out of my body! I have no fear of the wind, no urge to run away from it, am not apart from it, and all of a wild happening thrills to be included. I dig it!
I don't even want to say what it is I learned, only that I did. If we made this journey together there was no leader and no follower on a happy inquiry together. 

God is innate.

Love is innate.

Peace is innate.

Freedom is innate.

Happiness is innate.

Fulfillment is innate.

Contentment is innate.

God is innate.

Love is innate.

Peace is innate.

Freedom is innate.

Happiness is innate.

Fulfillment is innate.

Contentment is innate.

There has been living an ordinary human just like you who thinks precisely the same when he is constructing a poem as when he is talking to any human or group of humans formally or informally in any environment under any circumstance.  

-Let Them Fill The Air-

Bob Dylan was interviewed in the 60's. The journalists asked repeatedly, “What thoughts do you have on why you are so famous?” They kept on asking even though Bob kept on repeating, “I don't know.” That did not stop the question.

It's enough to make you sick. But, there is a revelation worthy of attention. In the culture mass produced here what is of interest is not how do you create such profound art. It is how does one become very popular. The presumption behind the question asked of Mister Dylan is that what people here want is to be famous. Not to do something worthwhile. If so, it is sad. If not so, it is darn irresponsible to foster the notion that we are that way.

I am led to consider that the field of journalism has always really been a science of how to spread the disease of wanting fame. All news is how to get famous. It shows one can do so by doing something grand or by doing something terrible or by doing something weird. It proves that fame is false. Only bored, dull minds want to be false. I have a feeling Da Vinci and Dylan wanted to be left alone, quite confident, satisfied they have been being busy being born.

It is apparent to most readers that news is predominantly bad news or weird news. Man bites dog. In fact, a report that someone did a grand thing is really a report of the obvious. A grand thing is going to be obvious to its recipients. No report is going to add to its grandeur. By golly, we flat do not trust ourselves to be alert. What is called news is gossip for dull, bored minds. I have gone many months without any to find that within a day I can catch up.

Better it would be to have more of us being busy being born. Let the music be there. Let them fill the air.

Planet News!

I have no energy to waste.

I know some of you blame the current administration for its failures to correct mistakes of the past and for its threats to make things even worse. You want a return to the policies of past authorities you believe more reliable. Others support the views set forth by current leadership. Some others hope for new policies yet untried to be brought forth. Whatever it is for you, all of you are dependent upon authorities to lead you.

This statement was as fresh a thousand years ago as it is today. And it will be as fresh for eons into what future here remains for human life as we know it.

But, I have no time to waste.

I have nothing to say to those who prefer to argue and place blame. It was the decision each one of us made that began the slide into oblivion and it is up to each individual on the Planet to make the necessary adjustment that will bring us back home. Those who do will have the knowledge they did what they saw was to be done and so made an effort to save themselves and to save as many others as will be saved by a simple, profound gesture, one made in silence, alone, which shows life in a brand new light.

The decision we made in the past which brought the misery we wish to avoid gave life to a concept that had none. We breathed into a dead word and it became so for us. The dead thing is the concept of an authority to show me the way I am to live. We accepted an invitation to allow another person to intercede between who I am, as an individual, and my experience of life directly. The world we inhabit as a result has become callous, cruel, heartless. Now, we are ruled over by so many ghouls we cannot count them. Being lifeless things how do you expect of them anything real for the living?

I have something to communicate to those ones who are ready to hear that there is an open road between dawn and the close of night...one day...today. It is open now. And if you go no one may follow. That path is for your steps alone.

Let me point out why that is so. Any attempt by one of us to lead even one other person on this path will instantly create a new authority of the same nature as those, and there are way too many, already present which will attach in a blink to

all of them and the result will be to actually fortify and make stronger the system of dead concepts to be smashed leaving us stranded, doing our best to deny it.

The dead things that have to be smashed are in you, not outside you. Get that straight or you will not even see the path to be taken. You caused the mess. Each of you, and I, have caused it. Each has a duty to be true. It is in us to carry this out. Realize your full nobility. Trust it. When you do, all else will pour forth from an unsuspected inner resource, a living fountain born within you.

Some, seeing today as the only day, will recognize the path is open to them now and will seize its opportunity to understand ourselves for the first time and nothing will stand in our way.

Inner poverty of soul is a blessing. Impoverished of all spiritual concepts one is simple. Such poverty is a beautiful thing. It contains unlimited energy. Humans, we have been well made! All of us. It is our nature to work together joyfully.

We have no time to waste.

Straightening A Mess

I have been grateful that some who know better speak at length concerning

the possibility of a sudden and profound change of direction that

happens inside a person that lasts for the rest of life in spite of the

fact that this subject cannot be reached in words, much less explained

by them. I have a feeling it is love makes them do it.

And, as I try to follow along with such teachers and to answer the questions

presented by them for myself something happens which is my own, unaided.

I find it integral. And yet, it had to be shared with another or I would have missed it

and, correspondingly, it had to be done by me to matter to me.

This is how I feel about it.

Some wonder, why does God allow the awful things that happen to good people?

Recently, I overheard a woman walking her dog on a leash scold the pup saying, “You're not to sniff things like that!”

Earlier I had observed a mother with young children dining outdoors screaming, “Get away you birds, shoo, get away from our food! This is our food!” as she rushed her children indoors.

Then, it was to my dismay I heard a middle aged couple tell their teenaged son, “Young man, we are here on this vacation and we are going to enjoy it!”

It seems the problem actually is not the fault of God after all.