March 25, 2014
Take all the titles, death; begrudge, wealth, homeless, words, failure, old, young. Then turn those words into, corm, tallow, bidon, pell-mell & Zaragoza. These are all words in the English dictionary with meanings. How many more words live on the bed of intellect that means nothing to us because we have never heard of them. Have you ever used profanity in another language; it doesn’t even feel like your swearing does it. Because you are totally detached from those words, as you are some situations, some bands, movies even people. Words we know have one function, to communicate. They are only the labels on the can. A new puppy will respond to most names, while you decide when you are happy with what it should be called. I am sure a sound would work just as well. Labels, names…the point I am making when I see people fight over words that are fused by the tone of a comment. I have to raise an eyebrow, the same eyebrow I copied for hours in the mirror that my dad raised. Too many words, especially the older people, it’s like they want to expel all books and info stored, and release all the backed up words and thoughts they have, then download on us because the visitors or people they have in common got scarce. Zen masters just close their mouths and open their minds. Don’t explain, don’t complain…Best quote. They say the pen is mightier than the sword; well words are only a bi – product of thoughts with tone. So keep the frequency low and say exactly what you mean. Passion is a totally different proposition to anger. There are matters of illusion walking among us everyday, listen for the truth, in fact listen for all. The press, TV radio all media takes the meaning and spins it, it’s not personal it’s just business. It’s called wordplay, like swordplay. Spirituality is the structure, words are the bricks, thoughts are the windows, sound is the doorway, love is the rooftop, and the heart is the fireplace. It’s all smoke and mirrors, a book is an author’s best version of a flawed artistic license. You meet a girl she’s got false eyelashes, high heels, make up, chicken pieces for breasts and whatever else women have up their sleeve. Which brings to mind the saying, people do jobs they hate, to buy things they don’t need, to impress people they don’t like. Men pretending to be gentlemen, people pretending to be friends & the words go on. Chinese whispers, Slavery, Ego, The holocaust, The Spanish Inquisition, The McCarthy Witch hunt, Religious persecution, and the list goes on. Words don’t make the man; actions do speak louder than words, & talk is cheap. Everyday I am shredding lies, finding my way back to the truth, following my inner child to the source. We are tested every moment of our lives, and the test is personal to our own tolerance levels. When you want to put away your toys, you will. The toys are in the shape of deeds, thoughts & words. When I realized I was on a loop, I simply stepped off. The test is it’s yourself in cahoots with your ego, no one knows how you tick, better than you yourself. What buttons to push, when I stopped fighting with myself, when I allowed myself to let go of meanings to words that are written on lines that are mathematically constructed to imprison me. That was when the sea inside me calmed and I set myself free. Words are helpful and are a great tool to converse with people who need information to compile stats or data on your profile. But to really know someone is to listen to their heart, feel the frequency and your senses will do the rest. My words are like the white stick of a blind person; they go ahead of me and check my Soul is going in the right direction. My words are the whiskers on a mole; they are the bumpers on a car. The cover on my book, don’t judge on what you see or hear. I live life on what feels right to my insides. I look into your eyes and wait for the silence to begin. Then I meet the real you, then when we are both in harmony with honesty, my Soul smiles and I am nourished by your love.