Friday, March 13, 2009

The Mirror



The Mirror

Seems a reoccurring point in our relationship was laughing at it – at ourselves – I was so crazy about you I didn’t know the color of your eyes. In the space of about a week you had so changed my world – I didn’t know it yet but I had met my match.

Here was this beautiful, intelligent woman who but for a twist of fate should have been living a very different life – and my life would have been poorer for her good fortune.

See, I wasn’t looking into your eyes – I was seeing into your soul – there was some hurt and pain there but the thing that overwhelmed me was the love – the joy – the happiness

You were so soft and kind – I mean when I hear your voice I hear caring – [maybe not so much toward me recently but that topic is under consideration (I hope)] Maybe I don’t deserve you but we were brought together by more than chance – think about the only thing we had in common when we met – remember how different our perceptions of that were? Isn’t it funny how quickly you came around to my perception?

It took me a lot longer to come around to yours on many things but come around I did – I may be right a lot but so are you – and often you are right in ways I could never be – you see things I don’t and when you show me it is like a new world has opened.

I wonder if we had been more open what we might have discovered together.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

The Emotiona Detachment of the Long Distance Trucker



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Your sickness or mine? Which came first? Mine, I'm older so I get you in this temporal plane.

Debating how it all worked between us could take all day and more time to type than I have so lets just say we complimented each other well.

A question that comes to my mind is - do our sicknesses diverge now or can we recover together?

OR

Why am I the only one you don't love anymore?

In fairness we did drift apart over a very long time and instant results cannot be expected [or desired] but wasn't the goal to love best we could? Sometimes it wasn't very good but seems we tried very hard anyway. Seems I'm always out here, a thousand miles away from you - so if I missed what was going on under my nose when I came home - is that really a surprise?

You asked why I wasn't 'like this before' and I said 'I was' and ‘‘Why weren't you like this?'

Maybe a better question is - if it is one day at a time, then aren't we supposed to put the past behind us and live for today - I won't claim innocence but was I worse because of your hidden illness?

All I read and hear says yes, so isn't it logical that just by you being different that I'll be different? I'm not saying I am not seeking change, only that parts of it are easier because of the recognition of your illness.

The conversation we had that Saturday changed alot for me - what little I hadn't forgiven faded away with a more complete knowledge of your situation. I simply cannot hold your past against you - and so I wonder why you are not willing to let go of mine?

Damn, am I whiney or what - how about this...

I love you, you very difficult woman - you fill my dreams - awake and asleep - falling for you wasn't easy - how could it be - remember how damaged I was? Even after 5 years I was a mess.

Yet you patiently loved and cared for me - how can I not want to stand by you now? How can I walk away quietly form the best thing to happen to me?

Keep looking is all I can say - I am in your heart - maybe you have overlooked me - it isn't that you're not in love with me but in shock form all the changes, all the realizations

We can simply dissolve or renew our bond and vows - won't you give me the benefit of doubt - isn't it possible that I really am right and it doesn't mean you are wrong, just too tired to see everything?

All my advice, all the times I was right about other things - - - that didn't mean there was anything wrong with you - that you had no worth or that I didn't value you. I cared, I cared alot and only want the best for you and for us - maybe my tactics weren't the best - maybe I lack certain skills of persuasion but I it in love - if it seemed otherwise that was my fault not yours.

I love you and I want to say that to you for the rest of my life - I want to hear it from you for even longer than that - if there is a forever I want yours to be mine.

It is so lonely out here but since I met you it has been bearable - knowing I had you and the kids to come home to made my days better - it was so hard to come home to the chaos that so often reigned - how could I know why - if I lost my cool it was because I looked forward to something that wasn't there and I craved. It almost seemed an insult to me - knowing what I know now - I can only say I wish I had know sooner and how sorry I am you were so unhappy for so long.

The Bear and the stupid puns - you mentioned my needing a spiritual awakening - where do you think that idea came from - laugh if you will - - - yes it would have been more helpful to have been told about your problem but maybe that is serving a higher purpose

I wasn't kidding when I told you why we had to get married - and if you recall the shit storm that followed - it does seem we needed to marry - I think that saved the kids - trust me that was coming marriage or not

Our road may have been difficult but reread my email signature - I really did work on finding that which best expressed me as I am and think.

Speaking of thinking, I think I will go to bed now - but I sure do wish it was after telling you goodnite with a kiss

Monday, March 9, 2009

The Church of What???




I was tempted to do the old CH CH and the what’s missing gag but this is serious stuff about an obfuscated thing.

When I was about 13 I saw Jesus and from that time on I haven’t believed in Him.

See He told me not to worry about religion or other hidden things

– seems they just can’t be understood in this frame of reference. No, I am not making this up – maybe it was a dream but all I can say for sure is – I woke up – saw a pillar of light – was scared witless

And then felt total peace – It wasn’t a chat – I got a sentence or two; it was over and I was out again – almost instantly but the troubled sleep I was having was gone and I slept very well after that.

I was always good at religion – so much of it seemed second nature to me – and I found it very easy to see the paradoxes and falsehoods – not always in the scripture but in doctrine and the people who said they were something they were not [judging by the way they conducted themselves in life]

I also began to discover that what ever the guiding hand was – it had a sense of humor and not one that wasn’t above very low forms of humor – irony really seemed to be the true order of it and that works well for me – best to think about your humor than have it spelled out for you.

Serendipity and Synchronicity also seem to be very important – yet no true pattern has ever really emerged to me – It seems there may be one but I am not the sort to discover such things other than as incidental to my own experience.

So, much later in life, I found myself drawn to dancing in clubs with polyrhythmic music, flashing lights and the occasional fog machine. I began to notice an odd thing – a sort of synergy of the dancers, even when they were all doing their own thing – it was as if there was energy present that had nothing to do with the gathering – I began to have very odd experiences – interactions and ideas – the more I thought about it the more it seemed that our primal past was being acted out in a modern setting and the actors had no idea of what was really happening around them.

The Church of the Inconsequential Tantric Dance of the Ironic That, That Is

– came into being.

There have been several names along the way and maybe an update or reversion at some point – as the Phalse Profit of said Church, I, much like the Pope, get to make the rules and am infallible on those points – even when I change my mind

'That, That Is' has been' Is That Is' – or 'Is That Am' and a couple I forget – for awhile it was The First Church but it seemed silly that there would ever be 2 so it is now just The Church

So, what’s in a name?

Not so fast first the rule(s) – No Prostylitizing - if you don’t know on your own that you belong then, you don’t. So no door to door, no tracts left in odd places for the unwashed.

If you can’t see it – then you aren’t there – enjoy where you are.

The beauty of The Church is it has no temple – it is wherever It manifest itself – as I recall the God of the Israelites never wanted a temple – it was the people who demanded one – well here the temple builds itself – The Dance can be anywhere, anytime – if you are so bold as to follow certain theories of Physics you may know that the very atoms we are made of dance and so even when still – The Dance goes on.

Tantra is often seen as sex – and some will say sex underlines everything that living things do - but there is also the less known [hidden?] meaning of Weave and/or Continuity.

So contemplate how that all folds together and see where it leads. You may be surprised!

I think I have covered the ironic portion – no depth here – you have to work it or it works you.

That, That Is – There are some Gods described as simply the thing that is – Actually I stole 'TTI' from a song by the band Yes – it seemed much more apropos than my original conception.

Taken by some as just a joke – my being silly – irreverent or even antireligious – it is all and none of that. Take from it what you will but it is my vision and my way of finding something whole, beautiful and true while being exasperating.

I claim agnosticism – that is – how can a temporal, finite being understand That, That Is when that is what it ain’t.

Beings are effected by time and have definite limits – it seems to me that God would be outside of time and have no limits – what is, is all of everything and a bit more; we are simply a small portion of that, but we are a part of it, not separate.

The Dance goes on even if we are not conscious of our participation. It spirals and moves to a constant rhythm – sometimes our lust and desires cause us to find that movement and connect with the larger whole – and sometimes by quiet contemplation we find the ??? too.

Information overload is modern inconvenience but imagine all there is to know and then knowing it – it is in the Dance that it comes to us best it can, for now.

So, be it alone – in a group or in loving solitude with your partner – this thing I call The Dance is present – and That, That Is – is all around and a part of you – and if you look closely enough – you’ll find the subtly humor it is wrapped in.
















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