Truth
One man’s truth is another man’s lie/
What makes one smile will make another man cry.
What is truth and who has it? Is truth subjective like the tastes of what is fashionable? Can truth be total? What does it mean to be true to one’s self? Does one ever really know what is real?
…I’m saying work backwards and undo all this mess that you got yourself into. Yes, you! The lie that you accepted as true when it never really fit right in the first place. You know that doctrine that just never sat right; the tenet that irked you. You know what I’m talking about. Undo the whole mess and go backwards. What do you like and what do you love? What do you know to be true and good. Not what someone told you but what was really true for you.
Seek the wildnerss in the asylum for then and, only then, will you be free. Or maybe you won’t. I have no answers, no promises and not even the master teacher of experience to support any of my claims. This is mere speculation. Speculation of what could be and what may be.
Sojourn and travel the real path of spirit.
Filed under General | Comment (0)Just Catching Up
Greetings!
Sitting here not really knowing what to write says one of a few things.
- I am utterly unispired (please say it’s not that!) and I have nothing to write about
- My mind is so constipated that I can’t get anything out
- I can’t focus myself because for the last few weeks I have been working at a rate above the national speed limit for slaving employees
Maybe it’s all three! What despair that would provoke!
Well, this post is a quick one really. Just to say I’m still living, still striving and all is well with your brother.
Peace!
Filed under General | Comment (0)The Productionist
The productionist is a man who conjures. The productionist has no face. He has no name. He has no identity. In fact, the productionist is you. He is me. He’s the man standing next to you in Starbucks, on the bus during the commute to work. He is everywhere. He often knows not where he is for he finds it difficult to find himself. He lies deep within; creviced in the light recesses of the very being. I hope you all find the productionist; for his magic is eternal; his light inextinguishable, his strength indefatigable.
Filed under General | Comment (0)This Little Child of Mine
As my 9 month old daughter rests on my chest, sleeping soundly, I stare at her with all the admiration a father might have at that moment in time. The intimate moment caused me to ponder how this small being will one day be a grown up. One day, Lord willing, she’ll grow to be an adult; a woman, maybe a wife even. Who knows? But one thing is certain she’ll not remain as she is.
We had just got our 9 month old off to sleep; a wholly joint successful effort to settle, soothe and cuddle her into a slumber which was sure to give us and her a restful nights’ sleep. Baby bedtime procedures in our house reveal a schism of approaches in the way this should be executed. My loving wife, in all her maternal ways, is of the school ‘soothe the baby to sleep’. Petting, soft and sonorous words and gentle rocking are just some of the methods. My methodology could not be farther removed. The most fitting expression for my school of doing this would be ‘let the baby wail, bawl and vociferously holler until her minute lungs can no longer sustain such physical exertion. See the difference?
However, during my attempt to set our child down for the night, when defending my bedtime methodology, my wife said something so personally profound it has echoed within my heart ever since. “Soon she won’t be able to fall asleep on your chest anymore. In fact, one day, she won’t want to”. This struck me deeply. The thought of my little girl not wanting to be so close to her daddy anymore sent a pang of longing through my emotions. That one day this little girl, the one whose eyes rolled uncontrollably in those moments she took her first breath outside of water; that the one who had jet black glossy hair, as if freshly dyed and oiled, caused me to stare in wonder will simply grow up.
My wife was utterly right. I must treasure every waking moment she wishes to have me in her life with all the tears and laughter and deep intimacy these moments may bring; for the time will come when she will no longer need me in this way.
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