Looking for some other girl to bother with me
Not what I want to do
Admitting you’ll never talk to me ever ever
Not what I want to do
Pointing out that I don’t know anyway what was possible or preferable or anything since all was just hopes and zaps
Not what I want to do
This problem eddying about my gut
This knife stuck in my belly
and yanked up and around around
This evil choking me from the inside
This sickness bleeding through me like blood in the water
Messing me up, knocking me wrong, kiltering me off
What can I say?
Tired, lonely, disappointed in me
Sorry that I cannot stand up and help
Stand up and find the Beauty that helps
Stand up and find the words that glow
so brightly they hold us all together
in a shared glow within a shared purpose
within the Light that Loves the Light that IS
The wisdom meme
That was the idea
A koan so clear and bright
that none could resist its wisdom
A snapshot of Pure Love so wonderful
no one could escape enlightenment
What would it be?
It would be an irresistible summary of both individual and group Something Deeperism
wrapped around a poem of Pure Love that couldn’t help but turn everyone towards Pure Love and how It flows into consciousness, into feeling, thought, and life
Where is the wisdom meme?
And the cut in me that I don’t stand up to
And what wisdom do I even pursue, let alone find?
But the meme was to help me to; it was a Hail Mary for us all; it was the same old
the wisdom meme
is the addict’s desperate lunge
When you drink and you need one more
One more will get you there
One more will be the escape that is also victory
One more will be the salvation that is also easy and safe and sound
The wisdom meme is a
that would actually work
Because the wisdom meme saves me and you and us, carrying us to the Way
we’re supposed to be
The wisdom meme written by me is a shared victory,
that final wonderful moment that makes all moments flow together in gorgeous harmony
Oh my god
How much evil
have wannabe wisdom memes wrought?
The violent revolution in the name of this or that perfect system, undeniable duty, clear glory
Leave me, leave me evil intent!
And yet, perhaps
in the safe folds of art
we might yet
seek a newer world
It was fine
This burial mound
where they laid me
down to sleep
for the Lord my
Golden rings on my strong fingers
A crown of silver upon my noble head
Raiments of flowing color soft and supple as the hundred fingers that loved them into shape
And marble urns on either side full of precious spices and foodstuffs from the many lands that have become One
under my mighty hand my tremendous will my divine leadership
It was fine
To rot here all alone
with the corpses of some wives and virgins I’d not yet had the pleasure of
arranged neatly nearby for to sate my famous needs my amazing interests
These evil days that I pulled my people up out of
Yes, it wasn’t easy
But the getting there
I’d not trade that for all the spiced urns and all the fainting virgins in all the melting worlds
It comes to this
If God but grant me one token
If my soul be forgiven enough for one favor
Let me find it
what I didn’t even seek
while so busy doing and creating your business
I’ll tell you what the real problem is here
It isn’t so much that you won’t talk to me,
but that you shouldn’t
It isn’t so much that you turned away,
but that I made it impossible
for you to turn this way,
towards me towards any kind of maybe us
working it out together
Now I’ll tell you how the wisdom meme goes:
It is long known of old
that there is a way
that unites all Ways
It is long known and oft invoked
that no one’s meaning is meaningful to anyone,
except insofar as the interpretation and living
of that meaning
is aware, clear, honest, accurate, competent, compassionate, loving kind, and joyfully sharing.
Insofar as we humans do not comply with these basic rules for feeling, thinking, and acting;
we cannot understand, believe in, or care about our own feeling, thinking, and acting:
we cannot travel with our own thoughts to our own conclusions:
we cannot meaningfully inhabit our own conscious spaces.
So we’ve not choice but to agree
both within each human’s conscious space (that writhes and wiggles with many contradictory notions, impulses, ideas)
and between human beings and inside their organizations and systems and rules and regulations and ventures big and small
that we will not sacrifice these universal values
for any reason whatsoever
for to do so
is sawing off the ladder’s rungs with the ladder’s rungs
is the way towards individual and shared
chaos, madness, corruption:
the meaningless temper-tantrums
that both create and are created by
a failure to
put the universal values before
individual and shared feelings, ideas, impulses, soliloquies and conversations
Some argue for exceptions due to expediency, for emergencies, for immediacies
Or on account of how God or Magic is beyond human conception, human values, and so on
But these arguments misunderstand
Rules must sometimes bend
The core of human meaning is indeed either a Light beyond human feeling, thought, and action;
or nothing that can mean anything to humans:
No one really understands
what that Love is
with which all things are bearable
and without which everything is dried paste in our mouths and throats and filling our eyes and ears like soot falling upon Pompeii back in the day
But sacrificing the universal values
amounts to leaving the tension within which
— both inside an individual conscious space and between humans —
Sacrifice that tension and you are like a ship dealing with an emergency by throwing out it’s rudder and engines and crew and everything that steers it and that it was built to care about.
Sacrifice the discipline of the universal values and you are a believer following and praising God by making it impossible to hear God, to feel God, to believe in or care about God.
It just doesn’t work
Because of the way we are wired
We need meaning to move with our own feeling, thinking, and acting; and meaning requires adherence to the universal values
What lies beneath?
Why does it matter how we feel, think, or act?
That’s where Pure Love comes in.
There is something within through and beyond
beyond feelings, ideas, words
this Love shining through each conscious moment
appears to be
than any of our attempts to describe, prove or disprove, praise or blame It
Either that appearance
have not possible way
to mean anything to ourselves or anyone
This is because
our sense that we’re all in this together
and that Love is Real
is our most fundamental universal value
Everything else we require
that Love is Real
that life is worth the effort
that Aware Clear Competent Kindness is the Way
So we reach
of our philosophy
and the crossroads
of our individual and shared
To the degree
that one finds
within one’s conscious experience
an ever deepening and widening
to know that and in what way
it is True
“We’re all in this together”
and that also explicates
the universal values;
one is at a starting point for internal meaning
(for feeling/thinking/acting in a way that is meaningful to one’s own feeling/thinking/acting).
To the degree
that groups of sentient beings
create an environment
where they can individually pursue wisdom
here defined as an active self-critiquing and -improving
of one’s feeling/thinking/acting
around the Pure Love
if we are to have any hope
at internal meaning
truly shine through each conscious moment;
bounded by the universal values
and the concomitant sense of
being all in this life together
being beholden to one another
and the Light
that binds us
where we can collectively
safeguard and live by
the universal values
all sentient beings
belong to each other
and must be
good to each other
gentle with themselves
alive to the joy
of kind delight
and shared exploration, creation, celebration, and service
This is the way forward
I’m sure we can all agree
I’ve been so lonely for so long
It wears me through
And the world wobbles
We are the world
USA for Africa
China for Africa
Africa for USA
Africa for China
Everybody for Everybody
before it’s too late for anybody
to smile in the spring sunlight while the tussling breeze flips your collar and kisses your cheek.
It was more than twenty years ago
In Le Havre, killing the English-speaking me
with French and German
wandering in the springtime sun and breeze
swimming at the round-stone beach
and having pizza with egg (I didn’t ask for the egg, it was just there, floating in the middle of the pizza, mostly cooked) on a cement patio outside a yellow wooden hut on the beach with freighters parked all around those sliding steel walls so high overhead.
And the walks in that little town park
Seeing a pretty girl and supposing I might talk to her and meet and marry and stay and be there with her and
walking right past her into some bar
where I drank some cheap wine and gazed ahead in this long white-walled room without windows or anything to meaningful to sink your gaze and its longings into
The green square park ringed with a dark sparse metal fence and with Christmas tree pines planted here and there at the edges and with rougher boughs hanging this way and that
and then a bandstand
round and roofed
with perhaps even a band
It doesn’t matter
I wanted to say
We need a way
to do this
Something Deeperism: There is a Truth and people can relate to It meaningfully, just not in a literal/definitive/exclusive way.
Pure Love: The Truth / Light / the Love that chooses everyone, and that creates, sustains, shines through, and love-lifts us all no matter what always and forever.
We didn’t cover the “jut not in a literal/definitive/exclusive way”
That’s because if there is a Truth, it is wider and deeper than human feelings and ideas — which collapse in paradoxes when they try to define or prove or even describe or grasp the Truth; and which anyway know themselves to be limited, finite, prone to error, and generally unfit for capturing things like Knowledge = Truth = Reality –, but we rely on human ideas, feelings, and ideas to think/feel/act and relate; so the only hope is for us to relate our feeling/thinking/acting to Truth in a poetic way. What does that mean? A poem about your walk on the beach captures not just literal images, but an experience and a sense-of-things. A poem points beyond its constituent parts, to an individual vista that we can share because we assume that we are all essentially the same. Poetry and literature do not work without this assumption, but nothing does: we learn how to call and arrange our feelings and ideas through empathy (my father stubs his toe; he clutches it and yells that it hurts, my mind maps his expressions and actions and I feel along with him and thus gain insight into his use of language) — if others are not essentially like we are, our worldviews collapse into unfathomable mush. And so we ask neither too much nor too little of poetry when we bid it guide us towards the Truth. Not like everyone has to be writing poetry to be wise! Although it’s a salutary exercise and all that. But the point is that our feeling and thinking and doing and speaking should all poetically describe the Pure Love that shines though each conscious moment and that — though deeper and wider than human meanings — is the only adequate source for human meaning: since nothing else quite matters if spiritual Love does not shine for Real.
As individuals we organize our feeling/thinking/acting around the Light within. In the regular ways. Prayer, meditation, contemplation, discussion, study, practicing humility and loving kindness, through the discipline of following the universal values in our internal and external interactions. Things like that. Different ways of poetically interacting with the Love that is beyond literal definitions but that is not therefore necessarily beyond our thought as a whole.
Thought-as-a-whole: feelings, vague notions, ideas, sensual experiences, internal and external interactions, all shot through with Pure Love, which is all there really Is, and which is therefore everywhere, in each conscious moment.
This is the spiritual wager: that this Pure Love IS and that our inborn rules of thought (the universal values, the need for Kindness to be Real, the need to understand that and in what way it is True to say we are all in this together): This is the wager that a human conscious moment must make and succeed within, if that human conscious moment is to understand, believe in, or care about its own feeling/thinking/acting.
If we confuse our own ideas and feelings for Pure Love, then we clutch dogmas tighter and tighter even as we understand/believe-in/care-about them less and less.
But if we don’t bother to pursue Pure Love, we end up in the same chaos built of feeling and ideas that don’t really mean anything to anyone.
So we stand there in the tension between literal Knowledge and an absolute abdication of any claim to Knowledge. We stand there and work on wisdom: on moving better and better with the Love that chooses everyone and abandons no one, that hurts no one ever.
But for a group?
How can groups agree to agree on what they already agree upon?
Because people seeking power will often give lip service to Truth and Goodness and the universal values and even to Love, the greatest God of all. And people are suckers for power and glory and sex and food and drink and prestige and wealth and being on the winning team and all that eternal nonsense that is part of the animal condition and cannot be pretended away.
The point of representative democracy is so that the people can peacefully serve as a final check on madness and corruption in government.
Madness and corruption are the same in groups as they are in individuals: organizational structures that select for folly and against wisdom: where bad impulses and values more easily gain and keep prestige and/or power than good impulses and values.
Madness and corruption slide into one another and blur together. Sanity and wisdom do the same. Since the root of both sanity and wisdom is meaningful engagement with the Love that loves everyone. And the lack of that engagement is what makes it easier to turn further and further away from Love.
The point of separation of church and state is because combining spiritual prestige with worldly power invites people to lie to themselves and each other about the most sacred things and thus invites corruption.
The point of transparency and openness in government is to encourage good behavior and so that the people can better serve as a final check on madness and corruption in government.
The point of individual rights is to keep the majority from mistreating the individual. It is not so that a minority can indulge in behaviors that harm the majority or that undermine minority rule.
The point of separation of powers is that power corrupts: It naturally wants more and more of itself and this is bad for collective feeling, thinking, and acting.
The point of honesty, clarity, and civility in political debate is so that we as a group can more meaningfully decide and act together.
The point of representative democracy is for everyone to work together to create systems, organizations, structures, and cultures that are better for everyone.
Let us think for one moment
of the last time
we were on a park bench
or in a cafe
or at home
or walking to work or school
relaxing, enjoying a moment of freedom to think and feel and speak our minds and hearts
And be grateful for whatever we have of representative democracy
And to work together to build more of it
Great victories for the Volk
Pouting and shouting along with pundits more interested in ratings than the Truth
All this is fire that burns up and melts and otherwise disappears the gentle process of growing individually and collectively
Don’t let’s throw it all away
freedom valor integrity
Let’s think again
Let’s sink down as one
And remember when
Our many lives were young
And reach out together
past the brooding weather
into the heart of it all
where we all start — the Love that calls
and would be heard, known, followed
Are we here?
In this strange world
where nothing is real
and yet everything touches the Real
where nothing is true
and yet all laces into what’s True?
a delicate tremble
shakes the thin branch and slender leaf loosing a drop of water clear heavy- and round-butted, that must soon but not quite yet sploosh upon yon rock down under yonder
I am sorry I didn’t say I love you
in a kind way that cuddled you
I am sorry it came out all twisted and broke down
I am sorry I flamed out all silly and choked on
I had a chance to tell you
I wasted that chance
I am sorry
That is all
Authors: B Willard / A Whistletown
Copyright: AM Watson