Nature's Tat†Øo

Her Scar

BY PETER SPAGNUOLO

Remember me: the murmuring lips half said
in half-light, buried in the hollow
a boy’s neck made, as now inside his head
they stir again, though twenty years swallow
the purest parts of her, all but her plea,
this taunt—what act from him could it command?
The boy who’d know is gone—Re-member me—
but what man can assemble limbs, make stand
again those legs that twined in his, or hitch
the yoke of hips to sway and resurrect
a girl? I try, but only recollect
her scar—each lewd, profaning, cautered stitch—
vermiform, red, furrowed belly to breast:
where nights, long past, he’d laid his head in rest.
Source: Poetry (October 2010).

Sir SnowDen~

Dear Fight for the Future,

Here’s a quick emergency action item. I’m not sure if we’ll win this, but it’s definitely worth a shot.

In short, a few heroes in Congress successfully introduced an amendment (Massie-Lofgren) to defund key parts of the NSA’s spying apparatus. But today, party leaders want to kill it.

Can you make three quick calls right now to defend our victory against the NSA?

Here are their phone numbers:

House Speaker John Boehner: (202) 225-0600
Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi: (202) 225-4965
Appropriations Chair Hal Rogers: (202) 225-4601

When you call, be polite, but tell them: “I’m a constituent and I care about my privacy from government searches. Don’t block the Massie-Lofgren amendment.”

If you want to get technical (up to you!) try explaining how terrible an idea it is for the US government to be inserting backdoors and weakening encryption in American tech products. (The Massie-Lofgren amendment would cut off funding for these activities.)

Either way, please do make these three calls. It takes just a few minutes, and it’s totally worth it.

Thanks for doing this!

Two Years gone by

Like a silent breeze
the years slip by us
has it been two years already since
you left us.
Thankful John, no wonder, you passed
so close to Thanksgiving.
Greatful John , others would call you,
You touched many hearts and souls.
Your beloved wife an four boys
I know you;re not far~ we just can;t see you,
but we can feel you~ loud an clear.
R.I.P John Sabatino

.Å.rcticmon.K.eys

I'm a puppet on a string
Tracy Island, time-traveling diamond
Could've shaped heartaches
Come to find ya fall in some velvet mourning
Years too late
She's a silver lining lone ranger riding
Through an open space
In my mind when she's not right there beside me

I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself,
All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine? "

Are you mine?
Are you mine?
Are you mine?

I guess what I'm trying to say is I need the deep end
Keep imagining meeting, wished away entire lifetimes
Unfair we're not somewhere misbehaving for days
Great escape lost track of time and space
She's a silver lining climbing on my desire

And I go crazy 'cause here isn't where I wanna be
And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself,
All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine? "

Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine? (Are you mine? Mine?)

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways
So in case I'm mistaken,
I just wanna hear you say you got me baby
Are you mine?

She's a silver lining lone ranger riding through an open space
In my mind when she's not right there beside me
And I go crazy cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory
And I can't help myself,
All I wanna hear her say is "Are you mine? "

Well, are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow?)
Are you mine? (Or just mine tonight?)
Are you mine? (Are you mine tomorrow, or just mine tonight?)

C.G.J

Life after 45.

"What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless:
well-educated, brilliantly promising,
and fading out into an indifferent middle age."

Within you is the hidden God.
Within you is the Immortal soul.
Within you is the inexhaustible spiritual treasure.
Within you is the ocean of bliss.
Look within for the happiness, which you have sought in vain in the perishable sensual objects.Rest peacefully in your Atman.

- Swami Sivananda

"When we look at the ocean, we see that each wave has a beginning and an end. A wave can be compared with other waves, and we can call it more or less beautiful, higher or lower, longer lasting or less long lasting. But if we look more deeply, we see that a wave is made of water. While living the life of a wave, it also lives the life of water. It would be sad if the wave did not know that it is water. It would think, Some day, I will have to die. This period of time is my life span, and when I arrive at the shore, I will return to nonbeing. These notions will cause the wave fear and anguish. We have to help it remove the notions of self, person, living being, and life span if we want the wave to be free and happy.
A wave can be recognized by signs — high or low, beginning or ending, beautiful or ugly. But in the world of the water, there are no signs. In the world of relative truth, the wave feels happy as she swells, and she feels sad when she falls. She may think, "I am high," or "I am low," and develop a superiority or inferiority complex. But when the wave touches her true nature — which is water — all her complexes will cease, and she will transcend birth and death. We become arrogant when things go well, and we are afraid of falling, or being low or inadequate. But these are relative ideas, and when they end, a feeling of completeness and satisfaction arises. Liberation is the ability to go from the world of signs to the world of true nature. We need the relative world of the wave, but we also need to touch the water, the ground of our being, to have real peace and joy. We shouldn't allow relative truth to imprison us and keep us from touching absolute truth. Looking deeply into relative truth, we penetrate the absolute. Relative and absolute truths inter-embrace. Both truths, relative and absolute, have a value."
From: 'The Heart of the Buddha's Teaching Transforming Suffering into Peace Joy and Liberation' by Thích Nhất Hạnh

My Butterfly is broken....

Welcome to the world of the Butterfly effect.
The tiny little gland that looks like a butterfly
based at the front of the neck, is called the Thyroid.

My Son asked,
"So I guess we're having Cheerios for breakfast?"
There was no hint of sarcasm, it was a simple ~straight forward question.

Auntie replied,
"I know what you're really saying!"

Zeb looked confused,
"Huh?" he gestured.

"You're really saying you;re MAD, because you Don;t want Cheerios
for breakfast,,,,, AH HUH< I know< I know the language of a teenager."

Zeb stayed quiet, unsure of this projected assumption of his own thoughts
and feelings.

In the back of my mind I thought about righteousness, and a lack
of compassion and responsibility.

We all wanted fucking Pancakes,
as was the original offer~ if we were coming to visit.
And here it was the morning.

Breakfast Time, actually it was really late.
The hosts had slept in.

In an awkward light, do you cook breakfast for them? The ones
you're visiting? SURE WHY NOT!
I;ve been known to do just that, and was really trying hard
to respect boundaries.

Whose boundaries though? Self imposed rules
based upon visiting a rental home?
or just wanting to be served for a change,
as I lovingly serve those that visit my home, making sure
the coffee is ready and the breakfast is on the back burner
ready to roll. But hey, that;s just me, and it;s different when it;s your house.
I guess we had expectations~ and you know what
"They" say about expectations~ it always leads to
disappointment. BUSTED.

And in all understanding rather then to be understood, &
in love and compassion , that;s ok, I accept
 the bowl of cheerios. Hey it's food right¿

But Please own the fact that pancakes were verbally offered "if we come and stay"~

Don;t passively put ur  "MAD" baggage on my child,
Thanks.
P.S. I;m sure your little's would have loved some pancakes too.
The responsibility of being a parent is to feed your children a nice hot
plate of pancakes on a misty morning in the Catskills.

                                         

We say the words we take them in....

listen and you will hear

Kidon Bauman ~ I think of you always~ you are the starlight in my hollow.

HERBS AND GOVERNMENT

The Cruise from ggq21 on Vimeo.

The Mind full Family is not very mindful of the children's desire's.
habitually self absorbed......

The Mind Full Family finds nutrients in a concrete jungle.
not very mindful of the empty calories
habitually addicted to not eating well.......

The Mind Full Family wears two faces.
not very mindful of the toxicity ,the self,
 habitually spreads.....

The Mind Full Family neglects to understand
not very mindful to their NEED to be understood.
a dirty Habit Control is.

Do you Know What Mindful means? Mind Full of Man Made Habit....

habits make me think your dirty...habits are dirty....
it is my turn to return to the garden with my unlit lantern
to play in the dirt
the paint cast like the monkey
from branch to branch
unfit to just sit
between space an time
the distinction of knowledge
held in the mind
or
 the movement.
the application of distinction in the dark
pressing forward
prompted by the bleeding heart
the need to experience
breeds thee a donkey
or a monkey?
the need to deny the confines of a moral race
or perhaps define the confines of a virtue less case

holds one at the mercy of the universe's
intricate lace.

only in silence
does the mind move fast
to deny the action
sidestep the habit.

clean your feet from the jungle dung floor.
the perceptions and insights
can be seen within the minds eyes~
the souls door.

life offers us bounty.
consciousness relinquishes
 the key
knowledge comes ready or not.
shame kills the wonder
ignore knowledge
 and experience the moment
( thou shall not let the intellect kill the moment ).

Acquire the experience in all of your sense
misfortune to the masses dictated by the books
and held prisoner to the religious fascism

deny your learning

sinner doomed schooling

the contents of your inner library will be
 written
and read
played by only you

while sit idle in a old people's home like
a sleep away school

learn thru ur sadness that the experience is what we;re here
for~ to experience~ but for the grace of god
not just their madness
the territory of the emotions
the journey all over the map

if the image of beauty can not be lived inside the brain
explore the mountains
gods terrain
live that which moves us
and you will learn
you will learn
as a camel
to stand
as a donkey
to ignore
as a monk in the valley
to be impured
as the steppes are snow capped an desolate
all mighty chilly an magnificent
the valley is lucuious
nutritious and mindfully insane
all the creatures are there ,
physical
but the pure and unknowing
is this the shortcut to happiness or disdain?


Rather  be imposed by manuals
to thus erase the imaginations horizons
has the guessing & wonder of a child become
scorned upon?

how does one know, if they land at a closed door
which side they stand?

Wonder stood there an questioned Doubt
Wonder asked. " Honestly , how is your ability feeling today?"
laid back with positive concern.

Doubt ,seconded guessed himself, " Unsure, able is willing however
I feel rather stiff all over~ hardly flexiable."

Wonder looked into Doubt's eyes knowingly
held out his hand
this is how Doubt always needed to be treated.
Feeling gratitude to Wonder's understanding
that this was always the key to Doubt's Malaise.

Together they joined Capacity and Discovery
and together they opened the door to find
time stood still.
Together they saw how Time was
~a Con ~Troll
~a troll hidden~
under the bridge .
Between the land of the unknown
 and the Land of GIVEN Belief.

A watch master, a trickster playing on the gullible mind.....
Capacity saw thru the veil of Time.

Discovery understood ,all of a sudden, why
the interconnected mesh ;
(((this network of time
held the masses caught in a web of lies
blinded by the concepts of
this illusion Time)))
: kept Wonder and Doubt
stale in a third dimension prison;
trapped in foreign eyes,
seeing is believing.

Standing on the bridge
midair between the unknown an the given~
as if suspended animation held them both aware
that TIME had vacuumed their bridge up
a spiral
 appearing above an below....
Wonder asked Time,
"How is it that you move and stand still all at once?"

Time coyly replied. "It's hard to delineate when you stand a walking contradiction."
"My Elasticity depends on the individual , the need to know takes a perverse mind, takes
someone like you, Wonder , to see thru the Con Troll. But for your friend there, Doubt,
for all he knows ~ he;s still standing on the bridge holding your hand. Doubt can;t afford
the expense of expansion. "

"Hey , Leave me out of this conversation Con Troll~ I;ve been schooled and fed from the
best books, the finest teachers ~ I;ve no need for your Foul breath to breed upon me, ur
ill concepts an contraptions.Let us pass over this bridge, leave us be, let us pass!"
Doubt shy & laced with anxiety.

" See how eager his fear escapes from his mouth, his books have bought his experience
~outright~  taught him well.... all his "schooling"!
Experience brought him but a finger to flip a page and a pencil to fulfill the journey?
 He knows of no questions to ask because he's blind to things he has not seen. A Con Troll
Works Best in the Masses of  the sitting spoon fed intellectuals ,
while they walk right off the edge of a Con ~right into the trap of trapped minds. His fear really
deters his active pace, you see how it holds Doubt in perfect union with paralysis?
My Dear Doubt Me thinks You Hold Fear Captive , Oh how Fear holds tight to the bars of You Doubt,
Is it you that holds Fear in Disdain Or the other way around?"

Silently Doubt absorbed this new perspective of himself
and suddenly the bridge beneath his feet shattered into a billion particles
floating , bubbling , escaping and returning into a sacred spiral staircase.
Letting go Of Wonders hand ,  the luggage of leather bound books was
spilled forth from Doubts mouth
Opened wide ...all the letters that spelled every word
 in every book ever written , ever read
had abandoned their stories running free
spewing forth from Doubts caverns
 of his indoctrinated body and mind
Forward into the night
shooting like stars
 every letter in the alphabet quit exisiting just for their books,
their stories
and ran free for their individual writes
reunited they were ~but  no longer bound by scriptures
Trust seemingly cracked the shell of Doubt's heart
letting the light out
letting the letters like particles of light freely claim
their place in the
missed beat of his heart......
a sparkle of innocence was resurrected in the twinkle of Doubt's eye
as were billions of stars put back in their rightful place in the sky.
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A Mind full man will follow a Mis-Leader as if mindful to his leadership.
Caught in the Habits of a limited man kind.
Upon first glance, few a Mind Full man will recognize the ,guise of lies as, Truth.
Habitual Masquerade.




A Mind full man is a servant to Habitual Trust..

.. following it's dead-letter ,
neglecting the Truth in his Soul , Mind Full Man unknowingly becomes a Server of Time.
Time ,deceptively, Robs Wonder from Doubt~
replacing Wonder ~ with Habit.
Masquerading Wonder ~Habit spreads dread like a rainbow......
Now there;s no more Doubt only dread
  of Truth
Habits inside out turned Doubt into a hollow shell
a labotomy....
 The Wonder of evil ought not be Doubted in Habitual Truth.


Thoughts written thru

~Catlin Bottoms-Newby~

In the Summer Time.......

A BlÅST!