Age

Just uploaded a poem: Age to the site.

Just pondering age when I was younger. Now I am even younger...
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Peace

Saints

Just uploaded a new poem: Saints to the site.

Well its an older poem but still an important one from my personal journeys.

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Peace

Savior

Living.
Broken on the curb
Watching traffic,
Watching the rush,
following people, following eyes, I's, eyes: in need.
Need is not need, when driving in a mass consumption hi-way.

Instead people are:
Waves
as in: reeds in a pond, blown over in waves.

Dragonflies die in the Fall.
Everything falls
falling stars, falling leaves, fallen angels
embracing earth.

Within the earth is a final embrace.
to reach a spring.
A rush of change, of being reborn.
In the interchange of
Living.


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An older poem of once upon a time being on the street against the curb. just watching faces. People in rush hour, rushing so fast trying to save seconds in their lives while stuck in a car.

It was eerie being the only one alive in a rush hour of hundreds passing by. I remember the eyes the most, the vacant stares...

The highways are populated with ghosts.

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Peace

The TSA: Such a joke...now with whiter teeth!

The overlords of air travel: have declared airports in Bali are insecure. Ha! I DECLARE IN CAPS: Airports in the United States are obscured by complete insecurity….

Barring the fact that’s the TSA is such a joke: Lets have some fun at my own expense today at the airport:

Casey’s TSA Encounter:

TSA Agent: “Please step over here sir: we need to inspect you bags.”

She pulls out my lentil burrito sandwich (ok ok OK… explosive beans… yup a national security danger) poking at the sandwich wrap. It’s squishy. She frowns:

TSA Agent: “Nope you can’t have this…”
Me: “I am allowed to bring food”
TSA Agent: poking at it again… again frowning at the squishy nature of the item:
“Not this you can’t” pushing it aside as it were C4 explosive plastic. Pointing to the sign saying it was now an offense to the higher powers to carry liquids and water onto a plane.
Me: “It’s not a liquid, its food, let me show you.”
TSA Agent: “It’s a paste” not wanting to re-poke the squishy item, it disgusted her: this lentil burrito, an affront to god it seemed.

Yes everyone America safety has been ensured! One less fart-able edible item has been removed off our planes for the high safety of America! I guess someone warned them how badly I can fart at times….


I should also add they removed my toothpaste. I try to point out that yes that toothpaste is frequently eaten by children (they are not suppose to eat it, but they try and succeed anyways) and I would gladly eat some to prove its safety. Yet, the TSA seems intent to also promote tooth decay. I guess this is part of the Bush Administration’s economic recovery plan to aid dentists… It seems like a pretty progressive economic tact to take.

I know, I know…terrorists as shown in the movies often sneaking in plastic explosive in toothpaste containers to squeeze out over the window to then blow out the planes windows. It happens all the time in the movies… But Bush and the TSA are much smarter than Hollywood. It’s really an economic recovery plan for the Dentists. I saw the secret documents in the Pentagon which clearly label how American dentists are falling behind due to better tooth care. This is war! Denying 20,000 Americans each day of toothpaste is just good economic sense, and a solid anti terrorism policy…

Oh the story of the TSA and Casey goes on, as I begun to get a little bit flip. But after 15 minutes keeping reminding myself about the cavity search by lonely Vermont TSA officers who missed milking their cows before (another fun story)… Not an experience I recommend, nor one I will repeat… I managed to keep my composure long enough (after losing various additional articles of danger to include deodorant (another 3 minute fun story here.. but nah perhaps later to share), sun tan lotion (aid the medical industry to increase cancer rates) and a few other liquid / paste like items…. I pondered suggesting they may also want the paste like item in my intestines, but again that experience of the lonely Vermont TSA officer sent chills down my spine to act especially cool.

In seriousness: The TSA is all smoke and mirrors. The real TSA role is to distract the public by consistently causing minor inconveniences (it’s the anti terrorist mime show folks) yet in reality doing absolutely nothing to statistically improve national security. It’s an excellent smoke screen leaving the true criminals in Washington DC to freely continue plundering our future. The question really becomes what are they up to while we are being so busily being distracted by being poked about in our squishy items and being deprived of tooth care?

Anyways afterwards, I changed tact, changing out of my plain blue shirt to wear instead: “Fuck You: I have enough friends already” T-shirt. Strangely enough I was left alone in future TSA encounters…. Somehow someone wearing such a brazen shirt seems to be someone who doesn’t match the profile of a toothpaste armed terrorist.

Welcome to an age where according to our government: only terrorist’s carry clean water and toothpaste on to an airplane. After all each is such an illicit and dangerous controlled substance now in America!

Such silliness... I don't care what excuse of bomb mixing materials Homeland security claims. They're liars continuing a campaign of fear against the anyone who listens and thats my opinion... Heh I will probably be added to some watch list now :) along with everyone elses phones they tap... hmmm which is pretty much everyone isn't it??

Who watches the watchers??

Peace

State of The Union

I could list out:

A thousand links of human rights abuse in the United States.

A thousand links to why the United States is not a true democracy.

A thousand links to police brutality within the United States.

A thousand links to terrorism the United States has committed in other countries.

This post isn't about truth or belief. It's simply a statement of fact based on the information easily available over the Internet. The frustration of coming across the barrage of disturbing news items every day prompts me to write aloud these thoughts to help put a perspective on how I want to react with my personal actions.

A solution is not found in preaching or moralizing over any of these items. A thousand blogs and countless news outlets all testify in such a din, making any commentary of mine mute.

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None of this is new, I have been silently wondering for years how to make a difference. One point which stands out is:

"United we stand, Divided we fall."

The United States fell:
Divided within comfort,
Divided by inaction caused by living to fear.

The United States should be a lesson to the developing world:

Freedom isn't to be found in comfort.
Freedom isn't to be found in speaking alone.
Freedom is never on either side of a whip.

Freedom is in sharing self expression, in being brave enough to act as oneself, even when it means losing everything else. When in reality you lose nothing but gain everything once you do embrace yourself. However, it's awfully hard to pry a 27 inch TV out from the average American lifestyle (unless given a 42 inch plasma display in exchange).

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I still have freedom to write this and not go to jail. Yet freedom of speech is not freedom of action. Freedom of speech is important, but more so is the freedom of action to back any such words spoken. And no I don't have the freedom to fully act as myself without law, political and social pressures being applied to destroy who I am. The United States is not the worse country in the world, but in the actions towards others, the United States policies are as a totalitarian government.(Especially in economic policy)

The United States is not a free country since it doesn’t represent its people anymore within its actions.

So what personal action can make a difference?

To change isn't to call for a revolution. Nothing radical is required: other than for people to stand up to be themselves again and for some balances to be put in place to curb corporate irresponsibility. However, it's just not likely to happen when people are comfortable enough to always be buying into the changing trends of being in style.

It's also not a time to tell others: how to be, how to act, how to live, what to buy... For thats the nature of Totalitarianism, which in law, decrees and strangely enough: fashion trends has occurred in the United States.

It's a time to live as ourselves and only as ourselves... Then and only then will there be a change in the United States.

So how do we stand united? Well I am going to start with my actions: Passing a smile and lending a helping hand to those around me. In time perhaps it is a simple approach of helping each other stand up instead of knocking each other down that will make the difference.

Easier said than done? Nah, having help many before, its much easier to just lend a helping hand than to keep talking all the time.

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Peace

Travels

Back to Oly for a moment.

It was a good trip.

All a jumbled as:

We swam in many rivers, wandered under the redwoods, explored and poked around ChinaTown, helped some homeless in San Francisco, showed Kendall and Clay not be limited by fear but to reach out always from the heart, played final fantasy at a friend house, tried new food, found a New York Style bagel store - yum - ! meeting up with a fellow ex-new Yorker to boot, was a tourist, waded at shell beach upon a calm bay, went whale watching, got seriously tumbled about sea sick while one year old Brisamina just ran about the boat as if nothing was happening against the salt spray, got stuck 3 hours in traffic upon a San-Fran rush hour, embraced a Zen Garden, explored water lilies under a glass conservatory, watched the stars, camped many nights, went swimming in a hotel pool, ate good (but seriously bad for you) snacks in the middle while driving from a to b, argued when tired, slept under a large reaching Oak like tree with roots poking reminders of the earth back into me, smiled upon sunny moments, There was much dancing for Julie within her dance workshop, Kendall and Clay dueled with almost real light sabers, Brisamina began to discover a larger world thru the eyes of her brothers…



One day it was a perfect day in a hidden river glade.

And once, briefly so briefly, I broke thru this world to the source of my spirit, within a timeless moment to a place beyond dreams: This world is just one of so many we make life to be.

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Peace

On the Road

My life is on the road for the month of August


Peace to all :)


The path might be measured by the feet yet it's movement of heart and spirit that defines life.

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Peace

Tags: Heart | Taoism | Road | Movement

A River of Birds

Life: only as complicated as we make it
Life: as simple as we free ourselves to be!

At times I feel an urge to stop writing. At the moment I could walk away from the Personal Tao. Indeed I have stopped writing the next four sections. No real need is pressing me to say anything else in this moment. Yet "A Personal Tao" is about living, about exploring. By being myself every day I am working on the book, as it's a reflection of the journey thru life. So of course I will write those sections later when the whim sparks back up.

My nature is moving on, never to finish anything but always fullfilling the possibility of each day.

Self discovery is revealing, never to be penned in by fear of what others think of your expression.

This brings me back to a journal entry from the twilight hours of last Sunday:

A river of birds,
thousands schooling past...
Wings buffeting muffled.
The sound, as a stream, around the corner: up in the sky
The sound of a twisting living tornado.

It lifted me high
this wind runnning past.
Not as a flock of birds
but as life flowing.

It's in our nature
to always be moving on.

:)

Peace