... (A Borrowed Poem)
The kindly search for growth, the gracious de-
sire to exist of the flowers, my near ecstasy at existing
among them
The privilege to witness my existence-you too
must seek the sun…
My books
piled up before me for my use
waiting in space where I placed them, they
haven’t disappeared, time’s left its remnants and qual-
ities for me to use–my words piled up, my texts, my
manuscripts, my loves.
I had a moment of clarity, saw the feeling in
the heart of things, walked out to the garden crying.
Saw the red blossoms in the night light, sun’s
gone, they had all grown, in a moment, and were wait-
ing stopped in time for the day sun to come and give
them…
Flowers which as in a dream at sunset I watered
faithfully not knowing how much I loved them.
I am so lonely in my glory–except they too out
there–I looked up–those red bush blossoms beckon-
ing and peering in the window waiting in the blind love,
their leaves too have hope and are upturned top flat
to the sky to receive–all creation open to receive–the
flat earth itself.
~ Allen Ginsberg
New hopes for the future. My future can even start today
With this plan (to alter from a highly disappointing but difficult to avoid or break from mode) of consumption to a new mode of conservation, the role of discipline will be tested.
..by stating it here it may help the progression
Diet/health, finances, state of mental highs or lows could be down to decision making
I have felt things will become a lot easier/clearer once certain things get sorted
but but but
I have been saying/thinking that for a while
There is inspiration that hits me strongly on a daily or close to daily basis and it comes in many forms...so I shall log more of it here...as the memory ain't so reliable
Perhaps taking stock of it more often i can develop a self improvement on a more steady basis...?!?
(we wait and see)
This was quite nice to come across
also found this quite
nice
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Re-terraformed
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This was attached,
"At
19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: 'The level of matter
in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.'
In all
the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck,
not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting
kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion
times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a
cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of
Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and
Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the
stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you
suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle:
this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation.
Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love
is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable,
perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will
never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely fact of our
existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make
you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better
will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare." —Caitlin Moran
