This Being Human........

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Years of meditative thought allows you to watch thoughts arise and then pass through, only to make room for a new thought that approaches from the horizon of the human and very conditioned mind. Conditioned by both nature and nurture, it can create a potpourri of thoughts; some colorful, some fun, some downright mean! Buddhist training would have you be aware; judging not the thought that arises. Accepting what you would perceive as good or bad as equal - or as being neither good or bad. Observing with compassion creates, over time, an abiding stillness. That calm that I have often spoken about, much like Tai Chi - you can advance, retreat or stand still with grace within your mind.

But this can change. The problem with being human, I guess.


Through early morning fog
I see visions of the things to be
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see . . .

That suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it
if I please.
I try to find a way
to make all our little joys relate
Without that ever-present hate
but now I know that it’s too late,
and . . .
That suicide is painless
it brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it
if I please.
The game of life is hard to play.
I’m gonna lose it anyway.
The losing card I’ll someday lay

so this is all I have to say.
That suicide is painless
it brings on many changes

Comments

Loralee Choate said…
The line about losing in life anyway struck a chord today. I'm having one of those "WTF is the point of it all again?" moments I guess.
10:38 PM
B said…
"Years of meditative thought allows you to watch thoughts arise and then pass through, only to make room for a new thought that approaches from the horizon of the human and very conditioned mind."


There's a line in the Paul Simon song "You Can Call Me Al" that this reminds me of:

A man walks down the street,
It's a street in a strange world.
Maybe it's the Third World.
Maybe it's his first time around.
He doesn't speak the language,
He holds no currency.
He is a foreign man,
He is surrounded by the sound, sound ....
Cattle in the marketplace.
Scatterlings and orphanages.
He looks around, around .....
He sees angels in the architecture,
Spinning in infinity,
He says, Amen! and Hallelujah!
12:05 PM
Manic The Doodler said…
I've always loved the Robert Altman movie M*A*S*H... However, I never understood why the theme song was that Suicide Is Painless song...
2:29 AM
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