HYMN TO THE SILENCE

The first time a child looks up at the sky in the daylight from within the silence of a still brain to behold the blue of it there what is heard can be crudely described as a sound of wordless wonder we all once knew well and have forgotten- “I am blue. What can be on the other side of that big blueness?” 

The child is so  recently aware of the time spent in a watery dark place from which it then popped forth into the air to take its first breath. That experience stimulates a wonder about the big blue sky.

Later, when every child has its first view of a cloudless night time sky the answer to the child’s wonder-filled quest comes complete and clear and whole and the child knows itself for the second time. Birth was the first time we were introduced to ourselves.

But not for long because adults will not permit such folly.

We, as adults, no longer even have the question to ask ourselves. We say something to ourselves with words like”It is daytime, about nine a.m. and the sky is blue in the daytime. And that’s all there is to it.” So no answer will be noticed by us under the night sky at all since we lost the question in a storehouse of thoughts as memories. Our brains are now too dull and bored to care. Albert Einstein, for one, stands out so brilliantly among us because he was a child in a grown-up’s body. He asked himself, “What in the world is light?” And spent the majority of his time playing with the quest for the knowledge he sought so single-mindedly.

It will not be the last time for the question and its answer for all of us though. Death awaits us all. Time will come for ”What is on the other side of this?” And to some lucky children a kind of death while still living in a human form is also given. Perhaps for you this is that opportunity knocking? Break free from the cocoon of cramped tradition. Know thyself.

Let Us Milk A Cow By The Hand Of Love And Share The Ice Cream.     Ran Smith Dairy

 IF I WERE A SWAN

If I were a swan
I would ride high
above my own white
weight. I would ride
through the lightening
of the earth
and the darkening,
stillness and turbulence
coming on in the core
of me, and spreading
to the hard rain,
to the dazzle. Leaves
would turn, but I
would keep my eyes
in my head, watching
for grasses. This
is what I would know
deeply: the feathering
of my bones
against the bank.
For the rest,
I would be the easiest
wave, loving just enough
for nature's sake.
The world would move
under me and I would always be exactly where I am, dragonflies
angling around my head.
Under the black mask
of my face, I would think
swan, swan,
which would be nothing
but a riding, a hunger,
a ruffle more pointed
than wind and waves,
and a hot-orange
beak like an arrow. 

-Fleda Brown 

 

SELF KNOWLEDGE

Forsaking all else, with dedication, seek within that which cannot be taken from you and what you find there take to be your actual endowment. Once known, all else you require will be added to you as your gratitude naturally rises. And such gratitude is the forerunner of true happiness.

Otherwise, you will always seek what will be taken from you and never shall  meet yourself who misses you more than you can imagine to be so. In that great longing will arise many sorrows. Satisfy that and know what you are.

Let Us Milk A Cow By The Hand Of Love And Share The Ice Cream.     Ran Smith Dairy

 THE BIG DIFFERENCE

I have been interested lately in developing a relationship with a guitar. It was a surprise to me when I found it among items I had stored away a few years ago. Didn’t know I had one. It’s pretty.

This morning I received an email from a friendly music geek concerning active versus passive listening. I read a bit of it.

It says: The human brain has the capacity to perceive about 11 million bits of information per second and suddenly there came a shift to the difference between active living and passive living…inside me and for me I stopped reading. 

There is such a difference and that difference is all anyone needs to be one’s own inspiration now.

I shall resist a temptation to elaborate upon the preceding sentence and give my reader a break. I am not taking credit for such a decision. Just say I shifted from passive living to active living and we both benefitted.  Keep coming back.  I need your company. I was born a long way from where I belong and am headed back home. 

Let Us Milk A Cow By The Hand Of Love And Share The Ice Cream.     Ran Smith Dairy

 IT IS A GOOD THING

It is a good thing to receive an education. But you will not get one from a school. If you doubt this, check with Albert Einstein who educated his school. At an organized school a programmed student, if given a diploma, is told he or she is educated. Nowadays, this misinformation costs a whole lot of money and time which is to be repaid from the student’s career earnings provided by society, the concept driven factory that sells diplomas with free bumper stickers and silly hats, jackets, and hand signals. Do you require more enlightenment or must it come to you from life spent as one more brain wirer. Better to find what you love. First, you must find love. If not, nothing else matters.  If you do find it, 

nothing else matters. Let Us Milk A Cow By The Hand Of Love And Share The Ice Cream.     Ran Smith Dairy

 THE GAP BETWEEN TWO WORLDS

There must be freedom enough to be aware authorities 

want to form organizations. In that observation is actual 

observation of now instead of observation from the past 

that leads to “my conclusions”. 

That way, you see what actually is 

without judgment or condemnation. 

Watch it flower and disappear before your eyes. 

You have come home.

Cells of your body change. 

The contents of cells change. 

You become a light unto yourself. 

Time has lost its power. 

You are no longer a pig on a farm awaiting daily slop.

 To successfully kill the false being within and victoriously conclude the spiritual revolution.

From INTO THE WILD, a film 

Listen. There is a hole in your thinking wide as the Grand Canyon only it is never-ending in its bad effects. You are like a man who is trying to fill a water bucket which has a large hole in the bottom. Sit here and be still. The hole is a confusion among words we all use without knowing what we are talking about. The list is long. Reverie, Belief, Creed, Vision, Destiny, Imagination, Flight, Fancy, Verities, Principles, Proofs, Scriptures and so on.  These are tossed about like the meaning does not need to be clear only to strike an emotional response to win an argument.

What is the spiritual revolution?

If one is talking to a listener who is clear-headed it is one thing. But, who in a crowd is clear-headed? Actually, if everyone were clear-headed no one would speak. All would know. All would be of the same mind. All would act together as one. 

A clear-headed speaker means to tell what he has seen. Does not even suggest you believe him or her. It is spoken from love. It is like a tribe of humans lives in a valley where they have existed for many centuries surrounded by mountains which they have never climbed. In that Valley there has been developed a widely held religious belief that on the other side of the chain of mountains lives the All-Powerful Anointed One who loves us all. When a person dies, according to the belief, we ascend the mountain and live within the Heavenly Palaces of the Anointed Savior.  One person climbs to the top of the mountains and looks over. He is so moved by what he sees he rushes home to tell the others. The one who has seen does not care to be believed. He cares only to say, “Go to the top and look over for yourself!”

No clear-headed human being wants a following. Such a one speaks from the heart to the hearts of listeners to encourage the spiritual revolution. See for yourself.

Up to this moment there is no evidence humans have ever understood the messenger. We decide to believe or not believe that the messenger saw what he tells he saw. By that, we separate into believers and non-believers. Neither believer nor nonbeliever knows what is so. The imagined belief or non-belief is the glue each bunch counts upon to bind them as a group to work together on building a better world for themselves. It works to make many changes inside each group but utterly fails on the side of making a better world. All generally agree things are getting worse. The winners of an argument seem to have prevailed all right but the truth has eluded them one more time. The people remain as blind beings in the valley of ignorance.

How many times must a man look up before he can see the sky?

Here’s a song-

The One LOVE.

Don’t be wasting any more time, babe, tryin’ to join together what Is already one.

That from the Beginning has been done.

Love is not for sale. 

Won’t be worn as a ring on a finger or a thumb.

So, my dear, if you’ll quit trying to keep warm by swallowing the Sun something you always had but never knew you had will seem automatically to come.

You can’t mint love.

You cannot print love.

You can’t give or take it and

sure can’t forsake it.

It does for you and me what we never even thought we wanted done.

Just feel it. Feel it. Feel it. 

All love asks of you is everything you claim you wish to have…

and then some.

Talkin’ ‘bout the One LOVE.