
Get closer to what you seek
People who say it cannot be doneshould not interrupt those who are doing it.Attributed to many people Why are you hesitating, holding back, reluctant to
Writing is part of my meditative process to clarify my thoughts, to align my actions and to focus on my purpose. I write about my emotions, my shortcomings, and my ideas for a better world through poetry, prose, and what I call rantifestos every day, some of which I post here on my blog and on social media. I share them to help others move along their paths to live and lead with compassion.

People who say it cannot be doneshould not interrupt those who are doing it.Attributed to many people Why are you hesitating, holding back, reluctant to

You shall love your crooked neighborwith your crooked heart. WH Auden If only it were all so simple!If only there were evil people somewhereinsidiously committing evil deeds,and it were necessary only to separate

Seeing what you really look like is an illusion. It is a conceptualization. The forces of what we want overpower what is reality.

What if everyone in the world stopped believing in God at the same time, would God exist?

Each of us has this incredible flame within us, this fire that we’ve either nurtured or ignored. But there’s a fire within, that is unique to each of us. It’s the essence of who we are. It is something that has been determined by the generations, by the genetics, by the generosity of others. And gratitude is an essential fuel for that fire.

The only way we can evolve/develop our ideas about who we are and why we’re here is to seek difference, discomfort, something that challenges the way we see things. It’s about finding out how wrong we are along the way. It’s not reinforcing what we think is right. It’s trying to understand how to test and update our truths that guide our lives.

We justify in our own minds doing things that are counter to our own health and wellbeing, ironically all in search of some shred of “normalcy” or even self-care. Sometimes it feels like we are self-administering some weird unnecessary chemotherapy we think will cure us. But there are massive side effects that could be iatrogenic, where the cure is far worse than that the disease. Suppressing who you are, hurts.

Like the sedimentary layers of the soil, the dirt of our lives, gets mixed in with the rubble and the gems. The grit and the gravel. The sand and the silt. And our lively footsteps are deadened by the compaction of the layers of our buried ideals, dreams, and destinies. And the path is sealed by the mortar of materialism and the cement of selfishness.

What if we knew what was inside every person, every situation, every thing? I am not just talking about the search or pursuit of the truth, but a view into the forces that caused the manifestation on the surface. A way to deepen our empathy and understanding of what is really going on.

My friend’s fishes are dying. One a day. Eleven so far. These are beautiful Koi that have been with his family for 10 to 15 years. The experts have tested the water, medicines have been dispensed, and even autopsies performed. No cause has been discerned. I know this is a first world problem. But the ambiguity of death, when the grim reaper knocks and why others are spared, is a fascinating mystery.
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