Changing Vistas

I need to get back
stand away
step aside
reflect from a distance

cause being so enmeshed like
I am
is sufficient to blind me
to even the most obvious

Good Citizen Goody Moondrop

For my therapeutic assignment I am to leave my place of seclusion called home and go to the library.

At the library I am to interact with the librarian inquiring as to her services as a research assistant.

Instead my head is telling me to stay in bed and do nothing but sleep my life away.

Away from this self imposed treachery present in each one of my steps.

The temptation is strong to escape to dream land

Very strong, attractive, luring

And then so says the reasoning part of me

No... let's not do nothing, let's do something

Anything but nothing

So here I am blogging about nothing

With intent toward my greater good

Now off to my domestic responsibility...

I'm right I'm always right and you're wrong wrong wrong

Come hear and let me tell you till you bleed it


The day I learned to drop the need to prove myself right

Was a great day

It was the day I earned a key

A key that spells out freedom

from such silly effort

I notice that I am a thousand, one steps ahead of it all now

Commonplace lost its utility

I have looked upon the rearview mirror long enough

Stepping Stone

It has been a lot of fun

The secret in my pocket beckons

Division is in My Cells

I have Concluded that the BlogNation is a Part of My Imagination

All of the bloggers and all their many complexities are characters in my PC Journal come to virtual life

All of you are participants in what is known as solipsism

As I am the only reality

I have created for my soul searching research a whole universe of endlessly diverse curriculum

So far, I have learned some great lessons

I am very excited about this grand opportunity

I look toward with much enthusiasm to squeezing out every last bit of goo

I can get from this realm via you

My great imagine-nation

And really It is blindly conspicuous that this is only the beginning

My Personality Hurts...

It bends, sways, and settles
harms, hurts, and meddles
lifts, drops, flies,
keeps me on an ever ready ride

Spiritual Emergencies...

"I'm very spacious about this kind of thing, because I've seen people spend time in catatonic stupors in mental hospitals as a result of drugs, and later they turn out to be more effective as human beings, more alive to the moment, than people that went through Harvard and came out summa cum laude. Even with my relatives, whose kids got doped and started to fall apart, and the parents put them in a treatment program, because they freaked because the kid wasn't going anywhere. And I understood the parents' fear, but when I looked at the parents' own lives, I thought, what is it they're trying to do? They're trying to justify their own lives., which has a completely dysfunctional mythology connected with it. And if the kid says, "I don't want to play the game", is that health or is it sickness? Are you asking them to be initiated into a pathological system?

Ram Dass