...a Whisper from Morning Writngs in Ocala, FL (February-April 2018)
BY PAUSING IN/OF/AS
THE GREAT BREATHER’S BREATH
ELIMINATES DIVISIVE MIND
THAT CONNECTS WITH SIMILAR & EXPLODES..
QUANTUMMING AS MURDERING,
Phil Booth Quotes below
read immediately AFTER
above Whisper Writes
by embracing the unthinkable.
to listen to your breath
and all the sounds around you.
All it takes is a few seconds to put a pause on the cerebral chatter,
the inner dialogue.
you include something you do want in your experience.
When you say “No” to something,
you include something you don’t want in your experience
Esther (Abraham and Jerry)
rather than by us as we seem to think.
if carefully analyzed,
would clearly show that volition is really not
a significant factor in our lives.
of our total physical and mental functioning
even appears to be subject to volition.
And when the conceived material grew in the mother’s womb?
How long can you live without sleep, without food or water?
How do you breathe and digest your food?
for even the next five minutes
on the strength of your own volition?
Ramesh S. Balsekar
A Net of Jewels
We, this people, on a small and lonely planet
Traveling through casual space
Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns
To a destination where all signs tell us
It is possible and imperative that we learn
A brave and startling truth
To the day of peacemaking
When we release our fingers
From fists of hostility
And allow the pure air to cool our palms
When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate
And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean
When battlefields and coliseum
No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters
Up with the bruised and bloody grass
To lie in identical plots in foreign soil
The screaming racket in the temples have ceased
When the pennants are waving gaily
When the banners of the world tremble
Stoutly in the good, clean breeze
When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders
And children dress their dolls in flags of truce
When land mines of death have been removed
And the aged can walk into evenings of peace
When religious ritual is not perfumed
By the incense of burning flesh
And childhood dreams are not kicked awake
By nightmares of abuse
Then we will confess that not the Pyramids
With their stones set in mysterious perfection
Nor the Gardens of Babylon
Hanging as eternal beauty
In our collective memory
Not the Grand Canyon
Kindled into delicious color
By Western sunsets
Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji
Stretching to the Rising Sun
Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor,
Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores
These are not the only wonders of the world
We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe
Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger
Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace
We, this people on this mote of matter
In whose mouths abide cankerous words
Which challenge our very existence
Yet out of those same mouths
Come songs of such exquisite sweetness
That the heart falters in its labor
And the body is quieted into awe
Whose hands can strike with such abandon
That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living
Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness
That the haughty neck is happy to bow
And the proud back is glad to bend
Out of such chaos, of such contradiction
We learn that we are neither devils nor divines
We, this people, on this wayward, floating body
Created on this earth, of this earth
Have the power to fashion for this earth
A climate where every man and every woman
Can live freely without sanctimonious piety
Without crippling fear
We must confess that we are the possible
We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world
That is when, and only when
We come to it.
was published in a commemorative booklet in 1995 and was later included in
Maya Angelou: The Complete Poetry (public library).
The above poem found here…with much more:
PEACE BEYOND HUMAN WORDING
SUPERCEDES MENTAL MIND
ALL IS WELL