Karma Death & Love
“I died”, he said. “Not for very long; but long enough”, he added.
I said to myself as I followed The Light to somewhere; if I get out of this, I will follow my heart back to poetry and music. I will leave the fast rat race with dead lines created by people I would not take home to dinner. I will leave what has done this to me and consequently did to myself.
Not long after, she heard me on the radio telling this story. She came to the gig next day to listen to me sing and play. The whole two hours she stayed. She bought my CD and waited even longer still for me to sign.
I wanted to kiss her.
I married her that moment in my heart; the heart I broke the day I died.
Now she stands beside me and sings my heart to mend.
Each day that passes, I look at her and know I would marry her again. She walks the walk beside me; the walk that I began on the day I died, not for very long, but long enough to change me.
I go to sleep each night in peace with gratitude. In the morning I feel her beside me, still asleep, with her hand on my heart counting each beat; as though her fingers stay awake throughout the night. I would marry her again in a heartbeat.
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Thinking sanely, making a way through the chitta of continual internal chatter is the most difficult of all disciplines. There is no mantra that can call into being The Silence; for the silence itself, once perceived becomes only more chatter about how silent the silence is. Don’t laugh, this is true. The mental pot of steaming stew boils continually with unrelated thoughts.
The search for Peace and Solitude resides on the bedlam of our ever thinking brains.
Constant thoughts that file through the mind might resemble a pot of boiling vegetable soup. Sometimes the carrots are on top; sometimes the beans rise to the surface followed by potatoes and celery, onions and garlic.
All the vegetables are in the same pot, on the same stove. I am the pot. I am the spoon stirring this forever boiling cauldron of Wild Mustang Stew.
How do I meticulously strain out the corn and keep the beans?
How do I continually adjust the heat and stir down the foam?
The human brain boils over constantly with thought; forever rotating the vegetables.
Simmering is not an option. Simmering is the goal.
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Let me be. I am my own Karmic Circle. These are two empty mantras.
We humans return to the stagnant self of us until we learn that we are not the center of ourselves.
We came here to this planet to give ourselves to the planet; not to take back with us, when we leave here, some trinket of knowledge, position, or state of acquired prominence: All are tarnished trophies of some earthly measure of excellence.
That place where we humans came from is in need of nothing. There is nothing worth taking from here back there.
We are the gift from out there given to down here.
We arrived with everything needed to survive out our allotted time. When we leave here, all that remains of us is the gift we gave to the planet and other and our used body; our chosen vehicle of delivery.
Let me get. Let me take. Let me have. Let me know. Let me become. These earthy valued assets mean nothing in the plan for our walk on earth.
We become the well spring of life for others, however that is received and then translated as needed into physical, mental, emotional or spiritual actualization.
In return others become our well spring; creating the substance of what we eventually call ourselves. These transactions most often happen without our conscious knowledge.
Jesus once said, “Who touched me?” He had given of himself and did not know where or who had received the gift.
Let me give like that.
Let me receive something of you that I might have more of me to give to others.
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“Teach me”, I said to the air, “I have lived so long and learned so little.”
Now drawing so near the end of me, I grab for every crumb of learning that I find: but as though departing a sinking ship, I am only able to grab what I packed for this trip.
Learning Karma has two sides. One goes out to seek that which one deems is needed; forever on the search. One thing found only leads to one not yet discovered.
Or one determines only to learn that what comes his way: screw the searching. Lounge chair knowledge receiving station is the vehicle of choice.
The one is always seeking. The other is always waiting.
Neither has peace. Neither has packed for the trip.
Know Thyself.
You are the only thing needing to be packed for the trip of life. Everything else is filler.
It is enough just to Know Thyself.
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Be different, do different, act different, see different, look different, feel different, love different, different for the sake of the difference.
WHY?
What we seek is change: a change from the moment into what ever we envision better or more than we possess whether spiritual, physical, or material.
We humans want, need, desire, and crave change. Anything less is boredom. Anything short of death will do; there are times when only death will do.
Karma being ‘all things in constant motion’ brings each of us full face into the presence of change. The majority of we humans look change in the face and run in fear and dread straight to some old familiar haunt and there change finds us once again.
Change is not a choice. Change is the result of whatever we just did: good, bad, indifferent, contrived, belittled or exalted. We either accept it; or run from it; or ignore it hoping it will just go away. Or, on the positive side, we leap with an adrenalin rush deep into the new vision filled with expectation and exaltation.
Simply put: Change Is.
All we humans are always in the process of causing change, breath by breath; thought by thought; action by action, we are our own catalyst into our eternal future.
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If only everything could be orderly, predictable, and secure. But in the realm of Karma, the only consistency is change.
Moving small items around in our dwelling when the large unmovable situations in our lives weight us down and defy us, is merely an exercise in tangable control.
Perceived negative situations in our lives weigh us down and defy us to look for a better way. We become powerless with exhaustion.
It is then we think this will simply never change. In the dark of times we forget the Karma of: All Things In Constant Motion.
As easily as we rearrange the furnishings of our homes, or our desk and its contents; or the cars in our garage, likewise, Karma without effort; without control; moves situations, things and people, ah-yes, even animals of all types and kinds through the seconds in our lives that we have named years, decades, and centuries.
Living in the Karma of Knowledge in Motion, we are but the blinking of an eye. Rest your heart, be at peace.
The trite often tossed around saying: ‘This to shall pass’ most certainly is true.
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The Karma of Perception governs the moment. Every point in time is a reflection of our perception resulting in agitation or peace.
The glass half empty or half full illustrates how we see our moments in time.
The one is filled with lack, need and want; the other possibility and fulfillment.
The half empty glass will always be in need of more water.
The half full glass will always have enough for ourselves and anyone passing by to help them out along their way.
The parable of the glass predates our concept of recorded time. This glass concept is not new teaching in the span of human existance. We live the ancient parable with every breath we take, every path we choose, every thought of loss or gain, failure or success.
The level of liquid in the glass of life speaks to us out of our own perception of how we view ourselves; half empty, half full. We humans see one of two ways resulting in the desire to lie down and wait to die; or press forward into the un-known of promise. It is all in how we perceive the glass.
Choose this day how you view this moment.
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