Visiting Our Cusp, Limits, Fearlessly

Sometimes during unsettled times when so many around us are disconnected, cold, detached, uncaring, and avoiding simple social kindness to one another, or hyper-charged looking for drama and some type of controversy—perhaps because they’ve been living too long in begrudging routine mediocrity or luxury—we lose sight of what really matters in life as simple human beings. We forget that there is very little difference between all of us. In fact, genetically less than 0.1%. If we would embrace this commonality, this intimate reality, our very fragility and vulnerability with each other in this daunting, life-giving Universe… then we are never alone. Never unwanted or not needed. Never without friend or family. This primal, very basic organic condition we all share will never, EVER change; at least not in the next 100,000 years or more.

Be that as it may, we do sometimes need reminding, refreshers in how very minuscule each of us are in this vast, never-ending, beautifully inhumane Cosmos that completely dictates our quality of life and death. Our time here is but a flash in the bucket in the biggest picture, BUT remarkably impactful for the ‘millisecond’ of life and memories with other loved ones. With so many things uncertain yet ready to experience, its marrow ready to be sucked down to the last molecule of our 80, 70, 50, 20, or 10-years of life, whatever it is to be, makes it… pure gold! Every second, every ounce! How will you spend it? How will others experience you and remember you?

I posted this years ago from Oriah Mountain Dreamer. I want to post it again, as a reminder… that we usually have only one chance to make the most of this short, mortal, beautifully remarkable gift called life really count the most. Oriah knows exactly how to best live and die in it:

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.

For the rest of Oriah’s powerful, to the bone and straight to the heart realism, go here.

 

If we do not test ourselves when life is good, plush for ourselves, and push our abilities our kind empathy, understanding, and what we can manage and gladly give, then how can we ever truthfully know how much our proactive help matters? How much does our charitable action count? How much does our voice count to help make other’s lives easier, happier in a purely humane way? It takes so much more to join the disadvantaged… raw in person and heart than simply saying words or writing a check. Joining all of humanity, the worst, the most unfortunate is where the most profound, deepest fulfillment of live is discovered. The alternative is a planet of unfeeling, insensitive, self-absorbed, non-humanity, as the song aptly describes…

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Live Well — Love Much — Laugh Often — Learn Always

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Sometimes, All I Need

Is to move. Dance.

As this body was meant to do.

Escape.

Float away with Earth’s rhythm.

Lost. Found.

And should I meet you in the center,

When she gives, and gives more

We shall meet inside Her pulse…

And know

This is where I began,

We began.

Where I learn.

Where you learn.

Where I met you

And you, and you, and you.

And you me.

Here, there, now… gone.

Sometimes to return,

Other times…

Where I grow

Where I hurt?

Where I thrive

Where you thrive!

Where I die

Where we will die

In peace, content, smiling,

Because I moved, I danced,

With you.

I experienced

You experienced

In the Book of Time

Are we strangers?

When together, same place

Same time, same beat?

Every single moment

Of this singular planet

In step, in rhythm.

Alive, so very alive.

So not alone

This is it. My body knows

I belong here, now.

We belong here, together

Moving together, dancing together

That is a life well lived.

THIS was a life well lived.

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Live Well — Love Much — Laugh Often — Learn Always

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‘Twas the Twilight of Reckoning

dragon-cats-eyeRecently on another blog I follow (here), a friend Jim and another blogger I follow John Zande unwittingly (or not) inspired my slightly twisted side to compose a swift, somewhat dark version of a popular poem. It was made in haste so please forgive the lack of poetic eloquence that one or two of my other dear blogging friends who are poetically gifted, like this one, seemingly and effortlessly write every day while sipping tea with their sticky buns would choke and give me a boot in the buttocks. Pffff. (with a smirk & rolling eyesAs you all take your seats for tonight’s festivities, please enjoy this musical prelude:

If you are unaware, several of my blogging friends know of my… umm, darkside, my unconventional ways of… expression and its many, MANY forms. This is one of them. Here goes… It may not be everyone’s cup-a-tea. (maniacal laugh)

‘Twas the night before Hallow, when all thru the forest
Creatures were a growling, even Tyrann Osaurus.
The chains were hung from the ceiling with care,
In hopes that wickedness soon would be there!

The Munchkins were all about snug in their threads,
While nightmares of monkeys danced in their heads.
And Dorothy in her tight dress, and soon much less,
Had all settled in unaware their pending wild mess.

When off in the distance there arose such a screech,
They sprang from their slumber trembling but couldn’t speak.
Then up above in the darkening sky, came creatures grabbing,
Tearing and snatching, the dress ripped, ’twas Dorothy’s undoing.

The full Moon welcomed them as they lifted their catch,
Lil voices screaming crying “Please don’t defile my snatch!”
Then what to their eye’s terror the room they arrived,
The clanking and swaying these chains and locks contrived?

“Now please oh please Evil Professor,” wee voices begged,
“We are mere Church-goin’ folk, small snacks and no legs.
Just take HER the prudish nun, the one doth protest way too much,
You’ll have much more fun cuz she moans to the touch.

We Lil Munchkins should know,
Cuz everyone in her faith behind doors closed,
Are really deviant animals
Without the least bit control!!!

Thank you all for coming. Now, for your listening pleasure as you depart, we’d like to leave you with this…

Funny what you can unveil when you back ’em into unsavory corners, huh? The primal nature and appetite are never too far and easily wakened if you know how and where to look. (evil grin)

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Live Well — Love & Lust Much — Laugh Often — Loose the Libertine

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