Judge me not by my face;
it may be a mask.
Not by my words;
You have not heard all of them.

Not by my years;

You know not where they have taken me.

Not by my company;

The ties that bind us have many threads.

Not by my skin;

It is only a sheath that covers my flesh.

Not by my shoes;

You know not the roads I have walked.

Not by my weaknesses;

For my strengths may outweigh them.

Not by my appearance;

For wine spoils even in a golden chalice.



Judge me not unless you are above judgment, and then I will

throw myself down at your feet, for you will be the Lord.

M.Black 
copyright 1991

Thank U - Alanis Morissette (Lyrics)

Another Super Favorite

Donna Summer McArthur Park

Ahhhhhhh... yes...

Take Time To Make Time

Friendship is made of integrity, compassion, honesty, communication, time and presence, and love is made of friendship.


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Osho copied me? Kewl!

Projecting Pigeons Perching

Great minds...
Point is just because it is a thing that the mind does is not a reason to succumb to it. Every time I want chocolate I don't go eat it, every time I feel elation I don't dance in the street, every time I feel fear I don't hide in the closet, every time I see an attractive guy I don't fantasize about him or ask him out, every time I feel anger I don't punch someone.

Every time my feelings change because I had a hard day, because I am tired, because I am happy, because I am annoyed, I don't make someone else pay the price for it. When I feel annoyed, it is ME causing the feeling, not the person I happen to be thinking about, or the person who happens to be in the room. Today I am in a good mood and have a great outlook, and so I see others in a positive light; tomorrow something may trigger a dark mood, (especially for those who have experienced pain in their lifetimes), and I may not see others so positively. I may even see them darkly, if my mood is dark enough. My perception has changed, not the person I am looking at. That is the point; I changed, not the other person, the other person is as beautiful as they were when I was in a good mood. It is MY VIEW that has changed, not them. One day I treat them well, because I feel good, the next day I treat them like crap, because I feel crappy, that's not fair and that's not how I want to be treated. And then expect them not to get upset or confused by my unpredictable behavior.

There was a beautiful feral cat in my neighborhood. Some days I was in a caring mood, and I fed the cat, talked to it, tried to get it to come to me. I watched as it moved regally and stealthily through the wilds of the neighborhood, muscles rippling, the sun filtering through its richly colored coat. Other days I was busy and overwhelmed, and not feeling so caring. On these days I still fed the cat, but I did not make a fuss over it, and I seemed to notice the scruffiness more and the gorgeous coat less. The thing is, no matter what mood I was in, the cat remained the same. It was a wild calico cat who did not trust humans. It was beautiful, and dangerous. Just because I was in a loving mood did not change the cat's feralness, and just because I was in a bad mood did not change the cat's beauty. My perception changed every day, but I still fed the cat. And I was aware that, even in my darkest moods, the cat was important to me. When I could not see its tiger-spirit, I knew it was because I was the one lacking that day.

If I change my behavior toward another every time my mood dictates, I am at the very least being a pain in the neck, at the worst downright abusive. And on top of that, do I expect the other to deal with my unpredictable behavior toward them with benevolent, god-like understanding, when I only show them whatever I feel like showing them from moment to moment? 

Being too tired to keep plans with someone is about me, not them. It's my responsibility as a normal courteous human being to call the person, tell them I am tired, and offer to make amends, or to change plans, like come over and watch a DVD instead of going hiking. If something better to do comes up and I already have plans with someone else, I don't stand the original person up, that would be arrogant and unseemly. (I might if I had some kind of agenda though, to show dominance, or act out underlying anger issues from my own past..) I would actually tell the person of the other thing to do, invite them, see if they want to change plans. The other person arranged their schedule to accommodate me. Their time is just as important as mine. To think otherwise is seriously misguided, seriously stuck-up. If I am changing plans, I am the one who is inconveniencing them , and if they express disappointment I am certainly not going to blame them, I just screwed up their plans! At the very LEAST I owe them an apology, even if the reason I had to change plans was because of some gigantic crisis that was beyond my control. My reason has no bearing on the fact that I changed their plans by changing mine. They could have done something else, with someone else, instead of having to readjust everything at the last minute AND feeling disappointment. It is common courtesy, and civil behavior, not noble heroics.
What is the point of understanding the way the mind works if there is no intent to do something with the information?
Human Nature is not an excuse. It is something every one of us has to struggle with, not one is above and beyond it. It is a thing that we all overcome in order to maintain civility. So if one wants other people to show courtesy, consideration, and understanding, they would do well to show it toward others first. I want to make other people's lives better for knowing me, not cause them unnecessary sadness.

Bored

To Tears With Drama Kings And Queens

Blow Off Masters And Mistresses

Rockstars And Divas

Macho Boys And Supermodel Girls

Supermodel Boys And Macho Girls

Oppositional Poseur Intellectuals

Anti-Racist Racists

Clueless Radicals

Religiously Fervent Frothing Anti-Religionists

Mighty Prophets Who Live On Ivory Mountaintops In Their Mind's Sky

Finger Pointers That Only Point Outward and Not Simultaneously Inward

Bored To Tears

If Someone Falls Help Them Up, Don't Stand There And Tell Them Why They Fell, Especially Since You Will Be Next. And You Can Hope That The One You Stood There Judging With Your Arms Folded Isn't The Only One Around To Help You Back Up.

When Someone Is Happy Be Happy For Them, With Them.
When Someone Says Something Or Writes Something, Listen, Read, Don't Automatically Oppose Them.
When Someone Is Kind Or Likes You, It Doesn't Mean That They Are Lesser Than You, But It Could Mean That They Are Kinder, Stronger, And More Understanding Than You.
When Someone Is Doing Something, Assume They CAN Do It And Can Do It Well, Don't LOOK For Them To "Need Your Help" (eye roll).
When Someone Asks For Help, Help Them, Don't Take Over As If You Are Some Kind Of Hero.
If Someone Is A Different Gender Than You, It Does Not Mean That They Don't "Get" What You "Get" (Get Over Yourself).
When Someone Asks You A Question, Just Answer The Question, Don't Give Them The History Of The World As If You Are A Great Sage And They Are An Idiot.
When Someone Loves You, You Are Lucky.

If You Are Taking This As A Personal Attack And You Feel Compelled To Defend Yourself,  
Note That Your Name Was Never Mentioned. You Are The One Identifying Yourself With This Statement.  This Is Directed At No One. But If You Feel Compelled To Identify Yourself As One Of The Above, By All Means You Are Welcome To Do So.

Please Have A Wonderful, Happy Day. Or Don't.

His Hearth Is Clear


Creatures of Fire, this charge I give
No evil in my presence live
No phantom, spook, nor spell may stay
About this place not night nor day
Hear my word addressed to thee...
This is my will, so mote it be.

495:5 Wm. Shakespeare Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments.  Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error, and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.

Renich


A si i-Dhúath ú-orthor, Aragorn.
Ú or le a ú or nin.




 
 

They give the pigeons a place to perch

“People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look -- like monuments.”
~Vanna Bonta


Sooner or later they run out of admirers and are left alone with their glorious selves, wondering why their only friend is in the mirror. People grow weary of being continuously measured and found wanting, and then chased when they turn away, when the fickle one realizes they are losing someone they really do want in their lives. Call them back as if this time it will be different, this time there will be consistency and true blue. Fickleness is a symptom of many things, some of which are caused by past pain, but it is not a reflection of the reality of the other person. It is a lack of consistency within one's own mind, causing unnecessary pain to others. The woman is not beautiful one day and plain the next. It is not rational that she is clingy one day and funny, cool and interesting the next. That is projection from within one's own mind, changing perceptions and feelings triggered by all manner of things in the environment. We already know all this and we do it anyway because it is much work to change it, and getting away with it for years teaches one that there is no need to fix it. But the years go by and the chances get slimmer, and the people are fewer; and sometimes the one mistake is the one that would have made the difference between Alive and surviving. Time is shorter than we think.






in time of daffodils 
in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

E.E. Cummings

Chronicle of the Paraclete

She is well loved
among the well loved,
among those who know how to love.

Timeless, ageless, she floats on the breeze,
exchanging smiles and cups of tea,
from new spirited morning
'til tranquil, easy, cozy sleep.

Her closet is full of lovelies and elegance
all soft next to the skin
and shoes to fit feet and essence;
shoes that dance;
when she chooses to wear them.

Her shelves are stacked handily with all manner of books
with secrets now free,
weavings in every language ever muttered.

Her quill sets poised on her secretaire, eager to edit
and rarely needing to.

Punctuation is ever optional, endings are no more
and so periods are moot

Her vision is clear as fine crystal,
her body is sound as God's first breath upon it,
as it ever was and ever will and ever always,
as are the ones who hold her beating heart

Her pantry is stocked with strength and pabulum,
bread and wine to share and pray
Spice for remembrance,
salt for constitution,
mead for covenant

Her name travels as starlight
with purest invocation from breath to breath
held in open palms gently and with aegis

Her children glide joyfully through field and forest,
desert and sea
with grace, with quarter

Her work is pulchritude and wonder, adventure, felicity,
that fills her coffers to overflow with gold unneeded,
to pass to the young,
to hire, to make merry,
to share, to free

Her love was, hither, will to be,
resonance and harmony
serene sanguine serosity,
euphonious efficacy
and susurrant affinity
emulsified with sanctity
efferent synchronicity,
ebullient fidelity

To wit, to laughter, breath and birth,
the key to open up the earth
she carries loosely in her mirth
while wending star to stone to sea,
a wink to turn and dance with thee




~M.Black

Gnosis

So came the opening of the eyes,
so comes the waking of the cornflower;
to here draws the point of singular destination
cinching space and time with one stitch.
There is no more to say,
for here is the Alpha and the Omega
no words fit between the darkening and the light,
and all words ever written or whispered;

There is no more to say.


M.Black 7/22/2010  11:00

Paramore - The Only Exception





~tyag~

dream of me - kirsten-dunst

Thank you Dear Miss Angel Girl for sending this :)


As Eddie Murphy says: "Heh, heh, heh..."

Link to funny story:    "Man Up"

Well done. And guys, read all the way to the end, if you can contain yourself, you are logical and objective, aren't you? ;)

King's X - The Big Picture (live)

She's got everything I need and more to live my
life Never ever thought to think of never survive
The circle has been broken it's always been this
way The Big Picture I wanna see I know you're
listening so let it be Golden Rules and Sunday
Schools It was my way A rock-n-roll, a spiritual
Give me any day, yeah The final chapter the
morning after blowing in the wind Taking away the
other day where time stands us still


Inspiration

Inspiration provided by Randall Ensley~

Hold On~ Yes

Shake - We shake so hard
How we laugh so loud
When we reach
We believe in eternity~

Yes I believe in eternity


Justice to the left of you
Justice to the right
Speak when you are spoken to
Don't pretend you're right
This life's not for living
It's for fighting and for war
No matter what the truth is
Hold on to what is yours

Jigsaw puzzle traitors

Set to spill the beans
Constitution screw up
Shattering the dreams
Blood flows in the desert
Dark citadels burning too
Watch! Look over your shoulder
This one is strictly for you

Hold on - Hold on

Wait maybe the answer's
Looking for you

Hold on - Hold on

Wait! Take you time
Think it through
Yes! I can make it through

Hold on - Hold on

Sunshine shine on through
Hold on - Hold on
Sunshine shine on you

See it through


Talk the simple smile

Such platonic eye
How they drown in incomplete capacity
Strangest of them all
When the feeling calls
How we drown in stylistic audacity
Charge the common ground
Round and round and round
We living in gravity

Shake - We shake so hard

How we laugh so loud
When we reach
We believe in eternity

I believe in eternity


Hold on - Hold on

Wait - Take your time Sunshine shine on through
See it through
Hold on - Hold on
Wait - Maybe a chance Sunshine shine on through
Is looking for you Sunshine shine on you

Esse

On two feet and ten toes she propels herself forward
balancing on the ground, counterbalanced on the Earth;
two eyes, two ears in Divine Proportion
to one heart brewing elixir of mourning and mirth.

The downtown matrons and the uptown maids
in ever their most appurtenant tackle
avert their chagrin to be caught with their countenance
showing; exposed with alleycat hackles.

With two hands and ten fingers she swings her arms
with elegant composure, to gain impulsion.
One nose and one mouth for a Golden Mean,
in the middle of her head, God's compulsion.

The uptown patriarchs and the downtown boys
in their ever most assimilated gear
dart their gaze back and toward, caught between
haughty assessment and private, disquieting fear.

With two lungs she breathes in the vaporous essence
from each of them as they stare like boorish children in the hedge;
Her flame burns hotter and brighter with every utterance,
her back grows stronger with each shove toward the ending's edge.

The sidewalk ends at the cobblestone road,
but her two legs continue forward without pause or slip;
she has been here before, she has been farther toward sundown
than what has been passed between fleering and lip.

She will keep on walking with or without them,
and with or without this loosened rhyme.
Her gait keeps its own clock,
her clock keeps its own meter,
her arrival will be right on time.



~M. Black

sui generis

"There is something that only you can do that the world needs."
~unknown
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