Middle-Aged, a Poem

Forty-five is half of Ninety.
Here, I find the middle age.
Subtly stalking immortality
And hiding from the passing day,
I creep from bed a little slower,
I work to recall what I meant to say,
But today I know so much more
Than I thought I knew just yesterday. Photograph by Lucidity Lamb

I wrote this one 5 years ago. If you’re into math, you’ll know that means I’m 50 now. How old do I think I’ll get? Probably not 100. I guess that means I’m rolling down the hill, so to speak. But it doesn’t feel like that.

My whole life has led me here. The people I know now and the things I am doing now – I never would have guessed years ago. But that is life. You just never know what is around the corner.

So I shall keep an open mind. And be patient with the world and with myself. Because my future is unlimited.

And so is yours.

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There's almost no person in the world or her history who didn't/doesn't know fear. No matter how big or small few or many. Fear knows us better than we do ourselves. And its greatest weapon against you, is one we us on ourselves. Keeping quiet abt its grip upon us
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When Comes the Color

It’s interesting how much we look forward to changes in our environment. In winter, we look for the colors of spring. In summer, we look for the colors of autumn. We look forward to the temperature getting lower, or higher.

Occasionally, we think, “What a nice day it is today!” But usually, we find the lacking before we find the beauty. When we do find ourselves in a perfect-feeling day, we are surprised.

Why?

Isn’t every day a gift?

I find beauty in every day. The rain is beautiful. The sun, the wind, the grey. Hurricanes and fires and earthquakes – these are all beautiful in their power if in no other way. This is how the world was made. This is creation and destruction, and each step is part of the beautiful dance.

Yet still, we yearn for something else – more quiet, more birds, more life, more peace, more color.

I love the animals, too. They are all beautiful. They work and play and live just like you do. If you are a gift, then so are they. So is their life. Each is part of the circle, the cycle, the choas and order of life and death and production and reproduction.

There is no such thing as an end – only a transition.

There is beauty in stillness, in sameness, but there is beauty in change, too. In every change. There is no good or bad. When a mudslide destroys, it also creates. Think of the single seed at the top of the hill – perhaps it would not have survived in the bright, bare sun – now, at the bottom, damp and buried, it can thrive and grow. Does that make the seed evil? No. Should the seed take responsibility for the destruction that gave it an opportunity? No. It was part of the ebb and flow of reality.

Does it matter why there is chaos? No. Only that there is chaos. For without chaos, there is no transition, no movement, no growth. And so there is no bad – no evil, and there is no good either. Good cannot exist without bad, so if there is no bad, there is no good.

This is why our emotions should not be based on something so flexible and ephemeral as reality.

We can have emotions. We can have hopes and dreams and we can despair and mourn. This is all as it is. Do you see that, because there is no bad there can be no good? Do you see that means judgement is moot? Do not judge your emotions anymore than you would judge a fire for consuming oxygen; a flower for destroying the nutrients in the soil. Things are destroyed to make other things.

The only promise we are given is that each thing will become another thing. A rock will become sand. A water molecule will be used to create a poison. This is transition. This is what we are waiting for.

We look for the color of each season, looking forward to the change that it signifies. It is not good or bad, but we inherently know that it is necessary. That all life requires transition.

That all becomes all. We should not feel negatively about that which we were or will be. But if we do, that is fine as well. That, too, is neither good nor bad.

You have a choice to be happy or sad or indifferent or anything you please. It is not the world that adjusts and directs your emotions – it is you. You are in full control of how you see the world’s chaos.

To me, because I choose to see it as such, the world is always beautiful.

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Fully autonomous drones have killed human soldiers for the first time

A senior figure in the Ukrainian defence industry told New Scientist that a test took place two years ago involving fully autonomous drones set to destroy anything in a given area, with confirmed casualties

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The Urn, a Poem

Photo by ArtHouse Studio on Pexels.com Keeping the urn was a mistake. Tossing the ashes was smart. The golden creed would brake The mantle brick apart. There on the ancient wood, Where open air should live, The weight of ages’ blood Shifts with the urge to forgive. Too late to say the words, Too present to rest in peace, The bond we worked to forge, Too soon has been released. We cannot fill the space, Now that our time is done. We already lost the race, Are already half of one. If I had left you here, Without direction or desire, What would I have you do Once I was set afire? I’d ask that you live on; That you’d forgive us both our sins. That you toss the empty urn, Let the space fill itself in. In time, we both will rise Or fall if that may be. While either heart survives, Let life, for living be. Advertisements #live #Poetry #selfAware #urn
The Self Aware Universe: How Consciousness Creates the Material World
“The Self Aware Universe: How Consciousness Creates the Material World” proposes a bold idea: consciousness is the fundamental “stuff” of reality, and matter emerges from it, not the other way around. Across 19 chapters in four parts, Amit Goswami uses quantum physics, philosophy, psychology, and ethics to argue for monistic idealism—... More details… https://spiritualkhazaana.com/self-aware-universe-consciousness-creates/
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