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7 Jun 2004 @ 00:12, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
To the Green-ness
There you are
In the midst my silent dark seclusion
As you wend about my walls
Safe and strong More >
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 1 Jun 2004 @ 22:26, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
Rests The Folly
Slumbers pillow in form a lover’s dream
Sweet kissing’s befall the midnight air,
To embrace soft bedclothes in lonely emptiness
Substance lost spite ardent prayer.
Reaching out in silent, quiet loneliness
I beseech the sacred to blaspheme More >
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30 Apr 2004 @ 20:59, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
I gazed into a rose that bloomed along the gate. More >
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 27 Apr 2004 @ 15:48, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
The Loch and the Lad
The dark water roiled beneath the moon's shining,
shivering cold the liquid did bubble.
Slithering back and sensuous fin,
what kind of creature lived therein?
Moaning a sigh of sorrow and trouble,
she anguished with love's lost pining. More >
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 27 Apr 2004 @ 05:48, by ming. Ideas, Creativity
For many years it has been my intention and my ideal to live in the present. Be here, pay attention, take time to smell the roses. Most that I've learned about myself, about others, about philosophy and metaphysics, about being organized, about solving problems, about dealing with conflict, being effective, and about health, happiness, and even enlightenment - it all adds up a very simple truth, the value of BEING right here right now. As opposed to getting lost in mental abstractions and worries about the past and the future; things one should do or that one must avoid; whether one is right or wrong; what other people think, etc.
Why is it so hard, then? I've experienced plenty of proof. The peak moments of my own life were when I was really there. Big complicated problems evaporated the moment one actually showed up to face them. In working with a great many counseling clients, the outcome that made a difference was always that the person actually showed up in the present, rather than going in circles about the past and the future and what they mean. The most inspiring and alive people I've met have invariably been those who basically just were present. The magic goes deeper than words can easily convey.
But currently, for me, it happens much too much in glimpses, rather than as an ongoing thing. For a down-to-earth example, my desk is usually a mess, as is the pile of stuff lying next to my bed. Most of the time I'm just frustrated that I might not be able to find the note I was looking for, and I just step around the pile, or deposit something else on top of it. But once in a while, like every six months or so, I suddenly look at the pile with some degree of shock. "How can anybody work with their papers like that?!?" And I dig into the pile and sort it out. Which isn't really a big deal once I get around to it. For that matter, five minutes of sorting it once in a while would probably take care of it. But when I look at it after six months I get horrified to find ridiculous items at the bottom of the pile, taking most of the space. You know, like, I've wondered for months why the papers always tip over, and when I finally look, there's a pair of headphones and an alarm clock lying at the bottom. Which is easy to fix, they don't even belong there. No problem once you actually look.
Maybe your desk is spotless and you don't have that problem. But I bet most of you, like me, do the same thing in many other less obvious parts of your life. Like, I have a great time just hanging out with my family, and I notice I hadn't done that for a while. I look in the mirror, and actually notice myself, and realize I hadn't done that for months. Or I think about a person I'm fond of and realize that I haven't been in touch with them for years. I go lie under a tree and look at the clouds, and remember I hadn't done that for several years.
Now, if it is years between that I actually show up in the moment, to be present with a certain chunk of life - life can zip by pretty quickly. I am, what ... I have to calculate .. 44 years old, and I'm not quite sure what I did the last 25 years. Oh, a lot by various counts, I'm sure. But I didn't entirely pay attention. It is a bit of a waste if it is weeks or months between where I notice where I actually am. But then, when I notice, despite that the circumstances are different, it is always the same Me who's there. That's at least some comfort. No matter how much I forget, *Now* is always here to get back to.
I suppose that noticing it and worrying about it is some way of dealing with it. But better would be if I actually stayed for once. There's obviously no other real place to be. It is always now, and it always will be. Everything else, however pressing it might seem at times, is flimsy and secondary in comparison to reality. Just mental mirages, an incestrual misuse of my powers of abstraction.
Some people never leave the mental world at all, and will to their last breath hold on to the belief that their self-referential ideas are what is real, and the magic of the present Now is just some fuzzy primitive myth. I don't plan on doing that. I know I exist. I will open my senses more to that. Glimpses are not enough. Life is an amazing thing - no reason to waste most of it by not paying attention. More >
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 22 Apr 2004 @ 23:52, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
It could Happen to YOU!
I know what you are thinking….I imagined this all. Right? I admit it seems a bizarre thing. I was returning from Los Angeles late April 2000, and found myself sitting around 2 AM at the Sacramento Airport Terminal. I was waiting for one of those cute little blue vans to take me home. I was waiting at the front where the vans picked you up. The night was still dark and the view to the parking lot and attending streets was in good view. There were not many cars around at that time of day. I had some fellow weary travelers for a while, but their ride arrived and spirited them off. Funny thing I should say spirited…isn’t it? More >
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 20 Apr 2004 @ 22:25, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
Rose Midst Seaweed Tide
A rose midst seaweed tide
Beckoned the tears of lost hellos,
Dripped the cries of ocean farewells,
As it rolled with the fanning water.
It lay forlorn and heavy with lost meanings.
Lost...
Lost…
The graying sky
and cooling wind
fluttered the bruised petals.
Shocking in its brilliance
against the drying kelp,
it broke through the soft wanderings
of a walkerby.
Pondering and suddenly sad,
they looked up at the endless water,
Seeking the horizon for something lost.
There in the shifting glowing light
Birds soared in and out of dark scarves of gray,
Entreating the fingers of mist,
Pulling the heart into the sky.
Feeling not the frozen seeping water,
Transfixed eyes worship the rising Phoenix.
Burning the image forever
Never lost
The roses in their constant turnings
Were caught in the surf
Rolling once again to decorate
The green foaming tide
Almost gaily they twisted in the water
“Farewell, farewell”.
July 11 2001
© December 17,2001 Marissa A Spencer More >
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 19 Apr 2004 @ 12:25, by ming. Ideas, Creativity
Via Local Thoughts, a little creative exercise:1. Grab the nearest book
2. Open the book on page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
The nearest book I grabbed blindly from the shelf was the Webster's College Dictionary. Now, I'm not sure if in this case I should pick literally the 5th sentence or the 5th word defined. But, magically, they're talking about the same thing. 5th sentence is part of the definition of "affluence":a flowing to or toward some point; afflux. And the 5th word defined is "afflux", which means:1. something that flows to or toward a point, e.g. "an afflux of blood to the head". 2. the act of flowing to or toward some point. So, afflux or affluence is when something flows towards a point. If you want an affluence of something, you need to make it flow towards a point. That's sort of simple and basic, but a very useful thing to pay attention to. If I want an affluence of money, money needs to be flowing towards a point, such as my bank account. More >
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 16 Apr 2004 @ 22:23, by skookum. Ideas, Creativity
Eye's UnHoly Altar
What memories have you disturbed from their slumber,
My gentle, wild courtier?
Will you in rescue find the hiding places that elude you?
The fleeting glimpses of touches, breaths and sighs,
Turning into heat rushed faces and pounding hearts.
Distractions of the empty ordinary days,
To startle the spirit into knowing so much more
I am blind before to its sirens entreaty.
In the quiet imaginings entwined arms are filled with you and my breathing
Whisperings haunting the ticking clocks silence.
The world contracts the eternal rushes into hushed prisms
The light turns, spins, retreats into thousands of glittering facets
And there, in my eye's holy altar you smile and beguile,
In trembling impatience I turn away, afraid.
Contained and solitary is my hurried life,
My spirit in its secret place awaits a light that fills the darkness.
Hoarded ancient keys have unlocked unwilling doorways
And entered, bringing my barren soul awakenings.
Once within the sirocco cyclones across acrid lies
Drying deception's folly to hot dust
Arid whispers in rough yearnings scrape the crumbling wall
Stone tumbling in desiccated pebbles
Until you in drenching waters rush across the wasteland
Filling lost edges, corners and depths
Bringing lush beginnings with succulent fruits
Soaking beneath and above and inside and around.
Dripping until all is saturated, joined, filled.
©January 7,2002 Marissa A Spencer More >
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11 Apr 2004 @ 18:07, by weneedadream. Ideas, Creativity
I wish to follow my "Easter Tears" poem with an "Easter Hope" poem. It is part of a dream and quest that emerged out of my despair. The complete dream will be unveiled in a new website later this month.
While initially targetting a single nation, it is intended to help our entire world transmute our worst nightmares into the dream of all time.
May it give you hope,
love,
and resurrection. More >
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