Eurythmics , Here Comes The Rain Again (unplugged)

blood, body, guilt

found this note written a few months ago..
so, i share:

as i find it hard to fall asleep, out of rhythm for the last days, a long journey and changes in my life ,
it hit me again.
how deeep must it embed and cut in a child's soul , the rites of the christian church, eating the body of Christ and drinking his blood, being taught that guilt and sin comes with being born, innocence totally distorted by perversion, what a horrible prison this must make , what a confusion, how dirty and helpless one must feel as child. if there was not mercy and grace with the figure of Mary in the catholic church, how cruel.
even it does not go along the New Testament at all, Jesus
is attributed to have clearly said that all old sin is washed away, go and love each other.

i am glad i never believed in this cannibalistic ritual, i shuddered how many of my schoolmates ingested it. i would have liked to experience a symbolic spiritual sharing but could not, turned off by senseless cruelty, and the priest got very angry with me that i could not ‚believe'.
i told him -as a child!-that to stress torture and suffering and sacrifice is a means of domination, and that i may sin but not in this.
sin was, is and remains for me to harm me or another on purpose, to act against better knowledge. there is no other sin. and nobody can stay completely free of this kind of sin: but be aware and try to cause the least possible damage.
more i don't know.

in my protestant church which i left before i ever had seen me as part, each moment you are called for repentance and you hear an endless complaint on the badness of this world where you walk in a dark valley and that real life comes only after death. another kind of continuous punishment for being alive. Again, this view cannot be gained by reading the New Testament, not at all.

fields out of ‘God’

is ‚god‘ the pond,
the stone,
the rings widening:
question of fools. 
all this is presence 
flowing out and in

is ‚God‘ the dance of the bees, the scent of this flower, the birds in the sky?

is ‚God‘ the murmur of a river, the voice of a child, a melody sung?

is ‚God‘ an old man smiling, a child weeping, a woman giving birth?

is ‚God‘ with the dying,
in mourning and wailing,
in the graveyards?

is ‚God‘ in the killing
fields of humans and animals, in agony, in torture?

is ‚God‘ before or after
or in life or is all in ‚God‘?

does ‚God‘ take absences?
do i need to know?

can i know what i do not understand?
the answer is yes.

Big Daddy Wilson , Walk A Mile In My Shoes

Chick Corea ,Jeff Ballard , Life Line

basic and simple

i found a simple truth.
somebody named it basic.
basic is not primitive,
simple can be difficult,
very very difficult.
how will confused humans stay simple?
how confused must one be to use basic
as a swearword.

salt and water are basic,
how should we live without?
air is basic, my body is basic,
basic is not up for sale to ideas.
special means nothing at all to me.
and different still includes basic
which make us all relatives.

i feel strongly that we must
accept basics, us, our body, breathing,
walking, pain, happiness,
our inter-dependency and our
source which does not belong to us,
the source from which all life and death
and joy and desire and music comes
through us and others to be in each moment.

and for myself i know what i feel as true,
each one has a story, a history, words, this is richness.

what obstructs the experience of presence , so to speak of the presence of 'God' is to have complex images, ideology, scientific models and analytic systems, methods, definitions  and religions , beliefs, opinions, loads of terminology first:
kill your thoughts, destroy your education, let go control, forget your memories as much as you can,
leave father, mother, kill Buddha. Don't aim , just shoot. Follow your own flow.
When you dance dance.When you chop firewood chop firewood. When you cry cry.When you are angry, be angry. This is to be.
Leave all what obstructs you, what disturbs your flow.
You will do this anyway, sooner or later.


This is my basics:

1)
Pain and suffering are not the same.

2)
Nobody else is responsible for my happiness.

This does not mean that sharing happiness
is not important  nor that one must stay alone,
and the other does not mean that we will be free
of suffering.

i do not teach salvation nor freedom of
incarnation.
i do not teach sacrifice.
each one has a right for his or her own way.
Each one can always say no.


and first i teach me what i find to be true.
I am not interested to make my own findings
a measure for other persons as this should look deeply wrong
to me.

i cannot see that i am a monad, no-thing is.

kindness can not be learned,
it is only true when simple.
And humility and wisdom can only grow
when basics are accepted as part of us ourselves.

love is a word., first of all, a word.
i love good food.



good night to me my self.

flow-er

this has been a bud, 

closed and vulnerable,

not hiding, not thinking, not careful,

alive out of the one breath,

growing through metamorphosis,

Eros unveiling itself,

emanation of the one,

maturing:

now open and vulnerable,

near death , alive, pouring out seed,

soon.