Archive for the ‘Elegant Simplicity’ Category

O’ That muse, an intriguing beast she is.  Apparently coming and going at Her own will, like a summer breeze or a winter flood.  What mortal could know her ways?  I am always happy to feel her around and miss her exquisite presence during the always too long absence.  But i suppose, if she were around all the time, the sheen of her magic may fade into pastels – so I won’t complain.

We’ve been friends for so long now, though i think she was beside me long before i was aware of her.  I think she liked to lurk like a shadow, ducking away if i might turn to see – maybe she is shy.  But with time, we’re more intimate now, she will reveal her feathers more fully . . . her translucent beauty, like sunlight reflecting on water.

Honestly, I don’t know how i could get by without her.  cold and dark and colorless this plane might be if there were no fireflies amidst crimson bamboo.  Yet, i’m certain she is invisible to those not of a Poet’s Heart; how parched it must be.

Sometimes when she is away I try to muster a call out to her, but she never listens – she is stubborn that way.  Maybe it is that I have to share her and that she is out wiggling her bemusing wand with another – that is fine, i’m happy to share even though i know she has many sisters.

Once i thought i found her little hideout cave, but i can’t be sure.  She wouldn’t say either way.  she is a bit elusive like that, somewhat ambiguous.  i think she likes mysteries, secrets, and things hidden just out of sight – only hints and peripheral sensations, never quite revealing anything directly.  so you have to listen very carefully to glipse her offerings.

aMusing indeed, and grateful i am.  how else could it be?



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“It is not clear how many people were arrested. All of the main streets have been blocked by military. The soldiers have been checking for everybody’s ID. Specially, people who were wearing Tibetan clothes were searched thoroughly. Soldiers forced their way in civilian homes to arrest people. They were using stick to beat those who have been arrested, and teargas to drive away onlookers

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Silence, they say, is the voice of complicity.
But silence is impossible.
Silence screams.
Silence is a message, just as doing nothing is an act.
Let who you are ring out
& resonate in every word & every deed.
Yes, become who you are.
There’s no sidestepping your own being or your own responsibility.
What you do is who you are.
You are your own comeuppance.
You become your own message. You are the message.

In the Spirit of Crazy Horse –

When from our better selves we have too long been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, how gracious, how benign, is Solitude. -William Wordsworth

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A good friend of mine passed a book on to me last fall, which I have only recently picked up and am yet barely 70 pages into. Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, by Dee Brown, an Indian history of the American West; and I understand there may be an (HBO?) movie which I have not seen.
A passage I read through last night struck me directly, particularly considering current circumstances – Little Crow, a Santee Sioux, August 1862:

Why was it that the Americans talked so much of peace, and yet they themselves waged such a savage war that they had no money left to pay their debts?

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My very existence is an admission of guilt. Placed before a blank sheet of paper, any blank sheet of paper, I instinctively begin to set down the list of my latest crimes. What else can I do? The very thoughts of a person like me are crimes against the state. All I have to do is think: and immediately I become guilty. In spite of all my efforts to correct this lamentable tendency to subversiveness and intellectual sabotage, I cannot possibly get rid of it. ~ Sir Thomas Merton, 1960

Mainstream consciousness made a relatively big step in the last year, from environmentalism being something of birkenstock granola’s to the now hip greening of just about everything, and that isn’t nothing. However, it remains mostly a marketing tool and a way to claim a degree of responsibleness. The true green economy is not something one can buy at Safeway, Wal-mart, or any other corporate entity. Rather, it is more likely to be found at the local farm store, in a how-to handbook or a DIY project around your own community; this may be the next layer of development for mainstream consciousness. This is an evolutionary tale after all.

While our elected officials piddle away the time with silliness like the new CAFE standards for vehicle efficiency and the so-called Energy Bill, making target of 35 mpg by 2020, most of Europe is already there. The truth of our future scenario lies somewhere between communalism and anarchy, of which, the federal government will be a minor player, if at all – short of a truly revolutionary leadership mind coming forward and not being utterly ignored by today’s version of what passes for media. The first step many of us can take that would be truly green might be to turn the television on it’s side and make a planter box of it.

Other commentors of present day on these topics of peak-oil, climate change, and the slipping economy are beginning to suggest that we have arrived at crucial times. Bill McKibbon speaks of having already passed the target point of CO2 in the atmosphere, “The biggest political and economic task we’ve ever faced: weaning ourselves from coal, gas and oil – has to happen now, and everywhere. No more passing the buck. We need huge changes in every aspect of your daily life. . . . The problems of global equity alone may be too much — the Chinese aren’t going to stop burning coal unless we give them some other way to pull people out of poverty.” Frankly, I think he’s really on to something here, giving China something. We could eliminate our military and use the defense budget to send food and cash, maybe send some to the middle east while we’re at it. Oh, yeah, right – I forgot about all those pesky terrorists, hmm . . . .

Tom Whipple writes this week of a coming “perfect storm” of sorts, “Within the next year our liquidity problems, unsatisfied demand for oil, growing food and water shortages, and other consequences of overindulgence appear likely to merge into an unprecedented economic storm.” He also breaches the notion of ‘peak resources’ in general, which I also touched on a couple years back. James Kuntsler reviews circumstances in the USSR pre-collapse, “Official Soviet agriculture was such a fiasco for half a century that the Soviet people were long-conditioned to provide for themselves. For decades, 90 percent of the food was coming from tiny household gardens, wherever it was possible to grow stuff.” Then goes on to note that what served local communities best was maintaining personal networks based on mutual trust. Sounds to me a familiar foreshadow,

Just what would America look like if 90% of food was coming from tiny household gardens? I wonder what sort of “green marketing” scheme Safeway would be engaged in. I wonder if we even need Safeway? I wonder if Safeway will take the lead on developing networks of local producers? I wonder if Exxon will take the lead on developing solar and wind and hydrogen systems? I wonder if the federal government will maintain it’s irrelevance? I wonder if a flavor of post-modern DIY communalistic anarchy (aka local networks) will develop a level of sophisticated integration in time enough to substantially limit our collective emissions and waste? There are clues that this new anarchy is beginning to develop, and by this ‘anarchy’, I mean simply individuals and local communities acting independently, leading through small acts on very local levels. Maybe we are beginning to get it, if only the mainstream would catch on in a real and meaningful way. In any case, there is likely to be a die-off somewhere along the way and I imagine that a version of survival-of-the-fittest and Karma will dictate those terms.

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