If I may ask, who did you think was here with you? I protest, but I’m not a protester, I preach, but not as a preacher, I sing, but…well you know. Likewise I dance, write, walk, talk, jump, shoot, stare and love; I do the verbs, but I am not the nouns. So what noun am I? To me the noun comes at the very very end of it all. And it’s not over yet. As one who believes, I will and need to keep on believing. As one who hopes, I should continue to do so – actively. As one who loves, I can assure you that I am striving to act on the impulse. But let someone else ascribe a noun or two to me at the end of my sentence. “Was” immediately follows “is;” and they attach to nouns, with perhaps an adjective alongside as a condiment. May I suggest that when we emphasize verbs more than nouns, we have a better chance of getting out of this trap we’re in (together) and can bring about change. Verbs and actions got us into this mess, and only they can get us out. Being saddled with nouns adds to his burden and mine. If he thinks he is stuck with that label, how can he change it. It may seem a deep well with very little light at the top. But if we tell them, “hey, you are digging a hole there partner, can I lend a hand to pull you out?” Just make sure you mean to lend a hand, not as a victim, because that noun will trap you and you will need help before becoming a helper. Be ready to love in the face of hating – not hate; how did that word ever become a noun? The ship is sailing; it’s moving. Waters swirl around it and push up against each of its sides. By the time it reaches the other shore, we have some decisions to make. Please do not see yourself as powerless against what faces you or someone you love. Instead, know that there is energy at work – not randomly, but purposely at work to heal and help you. All life is energy. By believing that there is purpose to it, we can always be verbs for good works and let the nouns be.
This is a project for men
A project for women
A project for boys
A project for girls
It includes interviews
It includes stories
It includes songs
It includes life
It requires conversation
It requires sharing
It requires feeling
It requires unity.
The peace at home project is meant to have people in their communities look at themselves with more patience and love than ever before.
The idea is to get a grip on what your experience in life is and how these are affected by everything that happens around you.
There are numerous events, occurrences and circumstances that have control over who we are and what our potential will be.
We should know about these things and begin to plan for ourselves, think for ourselves, prepare for what we want and set goals.
We are constantly told what to do, think or say.
My original mind has not expressed itself yet.
My original mind has a unique view of everything that is around me; but no one knows what I am thinking.
That may seem fine for a while; but after long lapses of listening to others only, I forget my own original thoughts. So I am restless.
Peace at Home means that you and I look at our life carefully.
Count our Blessings.
Name each one.
Take time to reflect on this day today.
Name the date out loud.
Today you are here upon the earth.
You are not here alone.
Many things of nature are here with you.
Many people are here with you.
Nature is made to care for you.
To love you.
Find family to love you.
Love is family.
Do work. Give service.
To make something yours means to serve it.
then with offering,
then with response,
then with suggestion,
then with responsibility,
then with ownership.
and only then will it serve you.
Use your eyes for peace. To look for beauty, to look for virtue
To look for pride, To look for help, To look far.
Use your hearing for peace.
To gather real news
To let sounds flow deep into your heart
To get the message of today
meant for you, for your family.
Keep your hearing sacred
to protect the deepest part of you.
Touch for peace
Hold and hug for peace
For peace you can turn
Tap and dance, among family and friends
Carry things with care.
The right smell will light you up and make you look around
change your mood, bring a smile
And taste the food of life
Water, Grapes, Greens, and other plants of the earth
Taste them in peace and love for family
Prepared with a smile or a song
Remember as you eat
Send a signal of peace
in what you do
or reflect it by being still
There are many signs
that we can see
if we search
The secret to peace is not hidden
But we are very busy
In suffering and silence
it becomes clear
Given another chance
we can learn
to make family
and have peace
Without knowing how to express
or to emote, still I’m happy;
and not only did we see and share
one another’s joys, there was more
Too much to say at once, but I did take in
the that that is you, again only you
and I keep it here, for now and then
a reference, perhaps a journal of what
I hope will be the best.
as running to, like running from
is still a run;
at rest I like me
and see you aviye
someone to give care from within
because of your acceptance
a moment is lasting and all in a moment
at peace with aviye
embraced by sound
in tune with hearts beating
to be home as aviye
and share the scale
of greater gifts
out of hope
Write like the wind
as it blows through the trees
may your spirit awaken
feel the flow of the breeze
Make what you want to
of life and its meaning
by giving your all
from the end to beginning
See what you want
and retrace every stage
with steps you’ll be taking
and folks you’ll engage
Speak what you’re saying
or do what you will
But both is much better
than just sitting still
Taste the great fortune
brought in from the tides
then praise the high God
for such grace that abides
Tell all your story
to ears who will hear
a witness to courage
and conquer of fear
Touch endless sky
from your standing position
and shoulder your smile
despite the condition
Write what you plan
and again when you’re done
The shade in the middle
are the battles you’ve won
Who said that people don’t see what they see
and things don’t happen unless they said so?
When was history and how long ago was that?
And even though this is the present, it keeps moving
and shifting to another time and place.
So where space and time meet is not a where at all;
It is a what. And what is the what, when is it and why?
The history I had was like a TV dinner with so many
ingredients, I was scared to eat it, but I was hungry, man.
They give us these stories told by Dr. This and General That.
But who are these guys. And how do they know so much bout
India, Africa, Asia and Miami Beach. Have they been to these places? I’ve only been to two of them myself. Can’t say I came back with a textbook worth of indisputable knowledge about the people or places; but I shore liked the water. It was blue and that’s a fact.
Now, this history I studied, and theology, and philosophy, got me so confused that I had to take a break from the books for long time and talk to real people today. One thing I have found out is that no one can say much more than they have heard. And I can do that as well as most folks.
But who can say more? The decisions about what did happen, who gets the credit or blame, and how we got to be this way. “What we,” you say?
That is another great question. Some folks wouldn’t mind side stepping themselves, if they could. And there is no way to side step your brother or sister or parent or neighbor, try as we might.
History has a way of creeping up on the educated and uneducated alike. It’s like that show, Lost. Makes no difference who I think I am and what I think I know.
Right now, there is an avalanche about to come down. I don’t mind trying to help you, if you don’t mind helping me to. Run!
From deep within the saying goes
my heart appeals to you
before words arrive, I feel the sounds
a cadence sweet and new.
It bubbles first and shapes a tune
with playful melodies
then on it goes to make a chorus
all so secretly.
What words I ask myself can she
accept by invitation
for it’s not an easy thing for me
to break in conversation.
Songs are harder to express
than words or poetry
but heart will give you
than full sincerity
The notes are light and chords do change
with every beat I hear
the muses all are meant for you
and I have none to fear.
Something hidden long ago
now catches by surprise
the two of us in daydreams of
a smile and staring eyes
It needs a song, a step and sway
to help us work this wonder
the romance that we never knew
a spell has put us under.
“Oh Lord, I need her” is my prayer
and it is not a question
“So go tell her,” my Lord replies
with more than a suggestion.
I’m taking music over there
to see if she’s receptive
the song is always best with words
that show my hearts reflexive.
The thought, the thought
has come to me
to free these words
and let them be
While looking at
a site online
the thought occurred
to spend some time
just writing words
upon this page
and making fodder
for the stage
a poet’s rhyme?
no, to be sure
each word intends
to be so pure
now listen closely catch a phrase
that never happened on a page
oh take the brush and dip it slow
as if to write upon new snow
Is it a color
you favor most
or first did one
become your host
a canvas stares —
awaits your touch
to take new form
and become as much
A second moves
on times command
behold an oasis
on barren land
each stroke you make
on the canvas sheet
reveals a story
not yet complete
So paint a picture
to tell your tale
with words you say
Karl Malden was someone who had a big impression upon me as a youth. I was always fixated by tv and the distraction it provided from daily life. The distraction continues, but I am more interested in daily life now than before. You did not ask why, but I will share anyway. That is the new thing this century: sharing even when they beg you don’t.
One of the reasons why life now is more interesting than screens is because screens are everywhere; and anytime something becomes ubiquitous, the content suffers from a lack of meaning and purpose most of the time. What I find now is that things that are worth viewing on tv or the web is based on something that actually happened anyway, not something created for the screen. You know what I mean? People being shot or beaten by police is fascinating to watch, since it is happening. If it was just a fiction portrayed by actors, it would be so very boring as to be considered a nuisance. This is why when something is designated as fake news or a fabrication, it is an immediate turn off; no one cares what you have made up anymore!
The mainstream is so big, it seems like the sky now. You don’t notice it unless it doesn’t look blue or something up there makes a whole lot of noise. If its mainstream, it fades easily into the background–the images, the noise, even how it feels sometimes. How about taste. Are your taste buds bored? Sure they are. We have developed sophisticated gadgets and things, but we eat the same things all the time. Don’t want to take chances I guess, which we will do with a new video (song, game or movie). Our ears are the most bored thing on our bodies. For some it may be an unmentionable region; if so, that’s difficult to treat. But let’s stick to taste, touch, sight, smell and sound.
It’s not good to have a bored sense of hearing. What goes into the ear lodges itself in our psyche for (many many) months if not years. Of course the same seems to hold for what we see; yet sounds are quite compelling. Sound can be absorbed from any angle, while vision is limited by our periphery; and what we see on the side is less compelling than what we see in front of us. That’s why there are so many options on where we put speakers in our space. Sound has such a cool factor and can stimulate us without much help from the other senses. Words from a sweetheart or honey linger for long periods of time, and you don’t mind if that person says those sweet words to you over and over again. When it comes to what we see, the thrill wears off pretty soon; and the same happens with taste as well.
What about smell. That is still a new frontier! Marketeers have not come up with a way to get to us through smell yet. They put fragrances in magazines, but for the most part, not enough work has been done to digitize scents and lead you to the retail checkout with something as subtle as a whiff. But a sound or a song – done. A picture or video, well you get the point. We are still living in the sight and sound dimension–a theme park where everything is reaching out to us and for us, making us laugh, cry, dance and sing. We will eat because people have to eat anyway. Even if what we had doesn’t taste like anything anymore. It goes in, maybe tips it’s hat to a few taste buds with whom it became recently acquainted, and passes through and down the hatch. Rarely is the experience memorable anymore; and memories matter.
Which reminds me: what you hear is very important indeed. That is why music and all of those things that are called music these days are important. We claim to have content preferences and companies pretend to cater to them; but both they and we are in denial. Not much of what we hear matters anymore. It sounds like sounds. If we change the volume, or break up the cadence or vary the beat, then moments of stimulation are the result. Those moments are fleeting, and your level of satisfaction started to level off when you were still a teenager. I’m sorry, but this has happened to sounds, to sights to touch and tastes. So smells are the final frontier. But wait.
The final frontier is whatever your heart wants it to be. This I can guarantee: you and I must hear something new, taste something new, see something new, and feel something new. Touch is a funny thing, because we can feel externally and internally. Actually, the other senses are also external and internal, but sounds from within you are absurd; right? Visions in your mind, we are told, should not be trusted. Somebody on tv has to tell you when and whether it is alright to host visions and sounds of your own. If you are recognized as an artist, you might be allowed to share what your mind’s eye sees or what your inner self has heard. Seems pretty regulated to me though. If you want something new, get in line – over there; that line way over there is for those asking for something new. There will be a significant wait for it. If you don’t mind the same old, no waiting.
Waiting for the new phone, or burger, or song or virtual reality thing? Let me remind you that the real reality thing still has wicked potential. But you first have to know who and what you are – at least a little. You have a purpose as one person and as a member of a group. Life itself has a purpose, and no, it’s not to eat all the wings and store all those songs in the cloud or see everything that they did with the story line for the 5th straight year. Really? I swear it’s not that; but you already know that it isn’t.
Our dilemma; who said something about a dilemma? I did. Our dilemma is that we feel stuck and our energy is drained. Look at those folks who are getting on boats and in strange cargo vessels to get from the third world over to the first one, where we are. They have a lot of energy, drive, enthusiasm and desperation. No one can argue with that. But the lie I was told was that I didn’t need to have the same desperation and “last act” mindset because I’m already in the promised land. We are already in heaven, and already saved. You see where this is going, so brace yourself. This is not heaven here; nor are we saved yet. But it is important to the system process that we feel like we are saved and comfortable.
You can hear these words in your own mind now. Sounds different because it is different; it is cutting through the numbness of the noise that surrounds us. Karl Malden did these commercials when I was a kid that had in them the provocative line: “What will you do?” The pitch was for traveler’s checks which only upper class folks would even worry about. I walked around as a kid asking myself this question hundreds of times throughout my life. And I have answers. They key is to change the sound, the vision and the feeling. Starting with a strong desire, you can do anything; and help will come to you.
So, to paraphrase another actor today, let me ask you, “What’s in your heart, and what will you do?”
The nonlinear is what makes life as interesting as it is, or should be. Our training has molded and shaped us in a way that makes it wholly possible for us to never recognize the spontaneous emergence of color, sound, beauty, resonance or opportunity. It is no wonder that we miss so much of the substance of virtue and celebrate its symbolism instead. Our personal aspiration is a passing dream in relation to the planned and deliberate actions of those on the nonlinear road.
Where is that road? Some have called it the road less traveled; others the path not yet trod. Through a field or forest, there is no discernible pattern. The obscure openings between weeds, stalks or trees extend their invitations, but we are not sure. Where will these steps lead me? Is it where I want to go. In fact, have I ever decided whither I should go.
Are there always suggestions in front of us? Advertisements of every kind reach out to bring us along the path that ostensibly leads to mutual satisfaction, with the finely printed disclaimers, if any. Moment by moment, we wile away hours, days, weeks and years. We no longer have months, actually. Seven days are seven times seven days–nearly two months, before we realize that we are somewhere else now. Did you choose to be where you are right now; or did you just arrive here by other forces? How much of it did you control? What does your mind’s journal say? Computers have a ‘back in time’ feature that, if working, will put the device in the state it was in on some date in the past two or four months. So can you do the same thing? Why not.
The nonlinear is the what you decide it to be for you. But you will find out that cooperation with a wide range of human and natural forces are necessary to get you down that road. There must be an openness that gives others unfettered access to your mind and heart; and they will offer access to theirs. You will agree on what to look for and how to determine if the chosen path is the right one for all parties–two being the best number. The best thing about this journey is that it will belong to you and you alone; like that of legends Lewis and Clark. You will know where, when, why, how and who. But what’s funny is that if the time comes to explain or share about this adventure, it will only be understood by others in linear terms.
Something in our dna carries the recollection of what our families have learned over many generations. These secrets are still important today; but they are masked by flourishes of technology treated and chemically engineered veils. Sure, there is a use for all of this stuff. We have access to greater amounts of and, occasionally good quality information at a moments notice. Breaking news is always at your fingertips; but how helpful is it to have it instantly, every minute of the day? It does not have to be from the handful of trusted news sources that manage what we see and hear daily. Tweets are flowing in from friends and relatives who focus on self-distraction and personal entertainment constantly. Food is faster, of course. Where is it coming from and how is it made? I really don’t want to know how that poor potato was treated before it was cooked, salted and pressed into that little red box for me. As for the meat. Oh well, as we used to say when I was younger–you better pray over it.
However, the purpose of our finite lives evades many of us today perhaps more than it did our parents or their parents. I can’t say I know for sure, but what appears to be happening is that we do not interact as much with nature as they did. First you have to address the premise of existence before your date of birth and that after the date of death. Bummer, who wants to think about that, right. Like someone on your team asks, what if we do lose this game? Kick him off the team…now. Life and death are different though. I was born and will die. No, not right now (sorry). Still some writing left to do. If you slow down long enough to think about it, at least the question of what happens after death should be considered, or even if you believe that death is the end. Where did that notion ever come from? There is and has always been an abundance of evidence that we will never cease to exist. It is usually expressed indirectly or in symbolic ways, allowing some of us to pretend we don’t notice. Take my word for it, this life is only the beginning. At the same time, it is a critical step in laying the groundwork for our spirit selves that go on to live forever.
What if I don’t believe I have a spirit self. Um, well, it kind of does not matter. No pun intended. There is enough time to sort things like this out. Just stay tuned; keep an open mind. Perhaps we’ll get there together. The main thing to know for now is that the secret notebook and secret recorder is within you–likely functioning at thousands of frames per second. Your thoughts and actions affect every system in your body, including your reproductive, which will influence future generations. So how you treat yourself is very important. Your relationships are important; and then the fruit of those relationships is important. And yes, corny as it sounds, it’s all about love, both kinds–vertical and horizontal.
Vertical love involves where you came from (parents and their parents, all the way back to the first parent–Who is That?) Horizontal love has to do with how you treat those beside you. And since we are all miniature universes in constant motion, we have a profound impact on each other everyday. This complex dynamic has an influence on the bloodstream and other physical attributes. Moreover, our interactions impact our spiritual attributes. Why does this matter? Simple, because we are creating a body of work that will be measured at life’s completion. We are unaware that there will be a playback of our lives–my life and love will be compared to the standard of the origin of life and love. Sounds ominous. It is. But truth, guidance and education are offered out of sincere empathy for our plight and love from our original true parent. The bottom line is that there is a standard of love; and once we know better, it helps to do better. Let’s talk about this more soon.