The Roll of Reversal includes rehearsal
The wheels of a car, if they have those defined spokes, seem to roll backwards, at certain speeds.
I'm not talking about the optic explanation.
I'm talking about what we ALL see.
I'm not talking about what we THINK we know,
I'm talking about feet on the ground, don't have to check,
... Let's just buy a few beers and a pizza reality.
Nobody ever got a free lunch in this world, ever. And we all know it.
Just by breathing, you earned it.
I always said, Johnny Cash did it all with one song, "Big River" ...
... The way he sang that... that use of energy at that time,
... as complete as it was... Sailed that song forward.
And that song was just this;
an Eye witness account in 4 minutes,
of actually being somewhere,
and knowing you are there,
and telling about it while being in it. True.
He's dead, while those ideas inside that never-ending river
... In that song... Still lives.
Yet... There's hundreds of true stories... From similar positions, inside similar places,watching the wheels go round... And sometimes in reverse..., ...
Ray Charles... Einstein, Bucky Fuller,
Joan Baez, Cindy Lauper...Yeah even Donald Trump, on occasion,
and millions of others, all sexes, all races,
... If you were ever here, and showed up 100%, even if for just one milli-second in your life,
and wrote a song or invented a dream, or saw a truth, while in that place
...Which by the is in inevitable, because it's the true source of true power, presence, creativity,
charm, innovation... Inspiration...
and yes...Most times at the edge of a sword or a cliff,
you become just like millions of others before you.
and just barely moving us all forward by what evidence you leave and how wide it speaks.
...85% of our mothers...
Maybe even 40 to 60 % of our fathers......
maybe 5% OF OUR RICH LAWYER POLITICIANS.
Yeah... They ALL gave enough, just by showing up as 100%,
for a tiny, tiny...Speck of time,
And the rest is still sailing forward... Out of that... Infinite...
and there's really no work other than this...
there's what we all have to make peace with what we do to have money.
but then there is what really really so really do...
when we just show up 100%.
Complete, ongoing... Past all barriers and equations.
Nothing more...Nothing less...
and oh so obvious, walking through walls.
and oh so obvious,
traveling beyond time....
Like the spokes of a wheel, rolling backwards in slo mo.
Wipe your ideas from your brain, and your expectations.
The republicans, the democrats, the anarchists, the revolutionaries,
None of them has a formula close to the one you could get if you arrive where you sit or stand.
And notice what you notice while you hold that space.
...Fun to watch, but whether anyone sees it happen or not,
..It still is what it is,
no matter what you learned, what you think...
you still see it... I see it... We all see it...
The wheels rolling backwards, time separates from your edges,
and ...The world is flat.
If you decide to stay on one place.. And avoid the ocean.
And choose to not look too far.
and admit what you see...
You'll see where you're going and make a few steps,
across a small puddle, that exists only in your perception.
But in the end... Few ... Ever... Really ... Ever...
realize...That they do not ... Really ever ...Go very far...Go far at all...
And the world is flat.
as it should be;...
Time stands still,
as it always will.
otherwise... It would never make sense.
turning lead into gold.
Let's put it this way,
Everybody is choosing how far to see,
which horizon to measure their distances against... Or distance to,
...Which stars to guide their way.
But most do so automatically, and save no truth for the power....No power for the truth.
Yet... Miracles... The flash of intermittent light... Everywhere...And...
and if we are lucky, or unlucky... We cross each other's paths.
...And it's just about...How far, how wide, how important, or any other reason,
... To decide, to peace out with it... And discover, a reason to take the steps.
together...Or separate...
and from that moment of NEXT... What of your bigger self, comes along?
... Just ...How to decide if it's gonna be ok.
Is a thing you have to decide in your own cost-benefit equation.
... From one step to the next.
However far you got, whatever it was you did... Who you touched,
write it all down, sell a million copies...
Notice, that it actually lasts beyond your expectations...For as r it ever goes... That was only heart to heart... Almost nowhere.
the world is flat.
A peak reality... A stillness amidst the chaos.
you carry it with you.
...And just showing up... That's all it took.
Anytime anyone ever sat with THAT,
they brought back a witness to truth.
telling tales of metaphor,
that debate what you think is real.
breaking open a whole new foundation that eventually builds beneath it,
and explains why it is so...
then replicated, through the new laws deciphered.
Guess what... Such will always be the case.
Except...Why look to others for direction?
when you are already there.
If you stand, you stayed on the flat... The walk across... And it all matched up.
and guess what... Most folks just see ghosts at that last equation, from their distance,
and would rather applaud you or I or anyone else...Forward.
I heard it in Evil Kneivel's pride...his dance with that only route he could see,
to peak reality..
"I got the best surgeons in the world, they can fix anything,
I have broken every bone in my body, and I'm going to keep moving"
Well.
It would be great if he would allow himself to be wheeled among us,
to denounce those pronouncements... Because there's not enough painkillers available,
for him to be able to take a peaceful AWAKE walk through central park.
of complete one golf swing... Much less any kind of golf, or chess game.
Be careful what you declare at the top of your personal Mount Everest.
It's not your ideas that got you there.
You found something to represent an achievement,
... And then achieved it... And noticed that you might be close to 100% in the Moment.
But it wasn't what you achieved...
It was you showing up.
... And most who get interviewed, as if what they did to show up,
was so enormously great...
well... Maybe it was.. While they were 100%,
... And the simplicity of a simple kiss, ... Far more... Far more than the story.
They'll think they show up for the coffee, the sweet younger tits, and the ride home.
And they will seek to repeat the formula, any old day... Who wouldn't...
... But they will eventually end up getting wheeled through the park,
...Even if it's just to watch a young new family sharing it all,
... And they may not notice, that they are there 100%,
seeing from a distance, what they climbed Mount Everest to get...
and it was already there...From a distance.
... And then... If it's that day ...To die,
those ones that get to see it...They'll be glad they weren't alone.
... Along the way...., and maybe notice when they were there,
but forgot it while it was real...
and just gambled it all on a pole dancer.
Nothing more nothing less.
I've always thought that the whole " journey " part was just...
real enough, for developing the story line, for telling about it.
... If you survive.
And making it real.... Well that either was, or wasn't.
And maybe YOU don't even know... While you're in it.
the...Then and the now... Both the same,
the time standing still infinity meets infinity.
and the world is flat.
you're sitting in the park.
"Yeah, that's what I did, that's how it went, that's what it means".
And now...
I get to sequey;
... For real... Because it's real , ...Right now...
cause... I really turn my head, and I meet one of my pet spiders.
Yeah...One of my pet spiders. A Wolf spider. I love them.
I haven't seen these in the daylight, in the while, not this big, ...In awhile.
But I feel them exploring me at night and I wake up knowing where they were.
and that they climbed me like a mountain, finding stuff to eat.
...And I have been sort of glad I slept through it.
I was getting tired of killing the huge ones, once every two months.
when they got big enough to challenge me, make a show and a parade.
I always wondered, what was it that caused me to turn my head, right then?
them seeing me?
Who says intelligence is based on brain size.
Most humans use 10% or less.
And... You know...There is such a thing as Hive Mind...
But that's another blog.
I love spiders, these days.
I've discovered a few Black Widows...
But not yet here, though I know they are around.
I'd talk to them, just like these, first...Being glad they were across the room.
but then, like clockwork they came closer and closer each new day,
and at the same timeframes, like clockwork.
That's when I started changing my mind.
"if you see one, there's fifty"... Well that applies to cockroaches.
I think for spiders it would be something like,
If you see one, there's 12 to 20.
...And for me... That's ok, until they get bold and show up on schedule.
With parade routes, and repelling shows, down towards my pillows.
I'd test them with thought... If I see them, in a big way, while still,
do they feel it?
Sure enough... A conversation ensues.
I don't mind if they are here. I am glad... In fact.
I just don't want to pet them... Or have lunch with them...
or have to take them to a movie... Too many times.
Tonight, I turn my head, and say "hello" to the one that creeps within a foot of me...
and I am truly glad to see it. I noticed it slowed down when I saluted.
I say... "There's my pet spider!" and I'm happy.
... Then I hear my own words, and I watch I it cower and stall...
...Pretending that I don't see it... At all.
And that gives me a chance to consider... Are we really enemies??
If THEY think so... Then maybe we are! And I get scared.
do they have some sort of plan.??
Is this gonna be Gulliver's travels all over again.???
I think back to the guy I saw earlier on TV today,
the one that killed an Elk on TV this morning, with a bow.
For once, it was a fair fight... So, I surprised myself when I heard his respect,
... I forgave it and now saw the beauty.
Ok... There's sometimes too many Elk. It's ok... If you appreciate it, and feed your friends.
And then I say..."Is that what I'm gonna do?"... NOW?
... Next thing, without thinking. It's down to being honest, and it's already done.
Squeezed between 6 of my unreleased CDR masters, and a DVD or two... Over.
and the bugle blows for the spider. He/she was a big one!
And I don't even have to look.
Just leave it to dry out.
Find it in a few days, throw it in the yard..
It's not really fair... Being here inside the idea and the solution,
I get a view of my self...For a few seconds.
And I'm fine with it.. Though I still said, and meant..."I'm sorry".
I always say the same things to flies or whatever...
"I'm Sorry".
... But I would rather push them out the door on a wind and a blessing and watch them soar and live to die another day.
but this time... I let this idea I find myself seeing be ok...
I thought about it. I thought about launching a rescue airlift.
Yeah... I thought I was going to catch the spider and take it to a new world.
show it the dark night air, and the grass.. And the crickets, and the wheels of cars.
...But this is the 12000th generation of this indoor family, I'm guessing,
since this house was built.
And I've only met the last 8 grandpas/grandmas.
I see the relatives in the shower... Replaced by great granpa,
grandpa, Mother then kids.... Small growing larger, just like us.
...All while I have been here.
A couple were accidental drownings, running up out of the drain when the water hit.
and I had my regrets... So ..
A couple were rescued and "airlifted to freedom",
...But I had to admit, I saw that someone else around here,
... Had them in the trash the next day.
And then, the other day...
glad to see junior "all growed up", I just let him climb there in the sink...
he had already crawled out once,
before I turned on the cold,
and he can achieve that again, I am sure...
"yeah...Once the sink dries he can crawl out again".
that was yesterday, upstairs and in the sink,
...a different spider.
tonight, however, was another funeral.
...In the land of the spiders.
just like the ones I helped create in this room 4x...
In the land of the spiders,
where, as far as they can see...
it's been carpet , no flowers, and no birds... Forever.
And certainly not flat... Mountains everywhere.
And I am honest when I say, I AM glad they ALL party in here...
But I just admitted, once again, that I don't want to watch the rope tricks or the adventures...
I'll be their mountains in my sleep.
In the land where the lands are tall and wide.
Hey folks... Think about it...
The only way to be sure you are headed anywhere, is the feeling of motion.
In God we trust, everyone else, pays cash.
Sometimes getting somewhere is a matter of what you leave behind,
not where you are headed.... Or where you are, ... Really. Movie or no movie to back it up...
Lecture series, or no lecture series... Or book signings,
...Most days you just gotta let it be what ever it is...
... And call it grace.
A walk in the park.
And if you are gonna conceive of yourself taking or making steps,
one foot has to reach out, the other has to push away.
and most times, it's a two way street, with folks just as anxious to go where you been,
as you are to get on a bus elsewhere.
and either side... Still supplies a belief it's gonna be ok.
no matter where they end up.
I like the energies invisible as an equation for experimenting with intent.
Send off a package to a few, chosen few...
Let the air ring with gratitude and surprise,
And while you are on that wave surfing,
call a couple folks and either make peace, or offer... Make an offer.
towards something new,
then follow it up like it's a fresh stop.
and a fresh start.
simultaneous.
and see how well you do with the walk and the climb,
get even more determined to do it better next time.
I study the "idea of a person is gonna call"
then I call and if I hear the words, "I was just thinking of you"
... Then I know I am on time... Appeared on the scene welcomed.
In such ways,
I kicked open a door,
by measuring up to who I really am,
The ones who believe in me,
got compared to the ones who've been surprised.
Some saw their world go right side up, for a change,
others saw it flip upside down.
Meanwhile, they were gauging me against a manikin,
... I watched from the camouflaged, I wasn't around.
That gap... That gap between those two parameters,
the reflection of what it is, and what it really is,
...Was actually the " gate " I was looking for.
A crack in the door.
... I...Threw my foot in.
walked on through.
made some toast... Said goodbye to my imposter ghost.
surprised myself.
some folks love it... Others ran like hell,
found their own reasons,
found their own reprises,
found their own ghosts
Yeah... I was pretty sure who would go in which direction.
And sure enough...
Exactly as I had hoped,
a few walked up to me beaming and grateful with open arms.
the whole scene got simplified.
on cue.
I studied martial arts a long, long time.
The concepts inside the arts, not the flying kicks or the fast spins... Anymore,
but the...Concepts beneath the method of infusing such energy,
... No matter the technique... Always similar in principle,
...No matter what they are, innovative and un expected,
all aligned within natural laws... Some known, others just out reach for most,
including ourselves, until needed, and we watch them glow forward through us..
until you drop through the floor and forget each equations,
to find the morphing real.
and see you never have to steel (steal).
there has to be a reason for gaining the knowledge.
... Of a thing, a place, an idea... a journey...
and for that series of steps on that particular winding path,
the idea was,
to protect the weak.
to be ready, always ready, just able enough , as well...
... And able to put my life n the line,
...If necessary, ... To protect the weak,
But I'd figured it out, on that path,
... Eventually I was only my own ghost,
unless I accept that I have to aspire towards,
and realize ...That we are never finished,
and until then...Until knowing at the end,
that it's just like anew beginning again...
...To learn and, ... Grow to be,
...And live too.
But most times throw out the whole book on what it's supposed to be about,
and just sit and draw the folks in the park...
... Knowing you are just looking in the mirror, while stopping time.
It all starts to make sense when you realize you are long past halfway towards wherever you thought you were going.
and your are still not there...
Same old same old.
Nobody invented anything.
I am revitalizing some footage I shot 10 years back,
I'd ended up in the sunset district, San Francisco.
Kept the camera rolling,
Met a guy standing outside the club where Van's daughter's band was playing, where I was headed.
Seemed like a lonely guy ... I could see my reflection.
I didn't tell anyone the way I really felt on those long sagas,
as if I had cut out a set of footsteps, carried it in my back pocket,
and tossed them in front of me, on faith walked them forward.
Years and years.
That night, I see empty hearts all around and one big one standing outside,
bewildered, and wondering what I was filming.
"life" I said... It was all pre-reality TV, as we know it.
in the moment... Zen.
I stopped and talked with the guy standing there,
asked him who he was, what was his passion,
he told me he was a playwright, had written a play called "Dude Cowboy".
and then, he told me about his inspiration,
a guy he chauffeured at the end of his life,
Groucho Marx.
They'd talk about all of Groucho's memories,
the years in Hollywood, traveling the world, the hit movies.
the fame...
He said,, .. One day he asked Groucho, "where is it?"
waving his hands , gesturing through the illusion we call life,
where is it, Groucho.. Where is the answer, where is the goal, what's it for?
... He told me, , and he grabbed my arm, like he was relaying an oracle,
a hidden key... "It's in the park, Pete... It's in the park"
and the transfer was complete.
One lost soul talking to another lost soul... Both of us trying our best,
talking about someone who had been there, done that, and found himself,
..."In the park".
simple.
Nobody invented anything it's all been done before.
The world is flat, until you get there, and then look back, and it's still flat.
I want to be an ant that crawls up on a tire, and ends up in Jamaica...
then does it again and finds Paris, and again and again.
Sometimes I am wondering, if , while we are all inventing reasons
... For the steps we take and the wars we fight,
if, maybe, all the while...There's a team of ants traveling
... The world climbing on the wheels of airplanes...
and after we're all done with whatever we were trying to do,
they been just keeping it in flow, all along,
headed to the park... And the next park... To the park.
It makes sense to me now that Groucho saw it all in the park.
It makes sense, because at that stage of his life , he was wheelchair bound,
and he got to see the joys in other people's eyes, sharing sunlight,
... At the park. Seeing way past the end of the world, with open eyes.
I always told folks, starting back in about 82 or so,
...That someday I want to have enough cash to do what Groucho did,
and hire a beautiful nurse, with tits that are real, somebody a third my age,
to walk me through the park...Wheel me around... Then give her half my money.
I told folks... If I could just finish it out like Groucho...
I'd have done ok.
Now... I was seeing inside the shadows of another artist's eyes,
the ricochet of the spark delivered from Groucho to him, now transferred to me.
... And I knew... I knew I had already known it... I was right...
it's in the park.
I just went on a web search for an old friend of mine from art school.
He had sold me his nice professional super 8 film camera.
and I'd made some decent films with it 30 years ago.
I always believed I'd be buying a ticket to a film he directed.
Now I realize, I must have been talking to his ghost,
each time I searched... The trail always ended in 1989.
He did stills for many a movie I enjoyed, he was on those sets,
as a still photographer.
But I know Jim Zenk made a difference,
he kept it light... He shot some great stills,
of films in process... Essential... And true.
Lauren Bacall just told a story about John Wayne,
on the set of the Shootist, where he played a gunslinger dying of cancer...
when he was really dying of cancer.
examine the stuff he said, and the way he said it. With deep meaning.
the crew used to say, "John, it sure is a beautiful day!"
... And John would say (Marion Morrison, that is), "Everyday you wake up is a beautiful day"
.....
George Harrison said, "The further I go, the less I know"
The further I went, the more it became about layers of the study,
...The less about getting anywhere..l I had started out wanting to win,
... But soon it became less that I wanted to WIN,
...Or even to lose.
You drive towards your dream,
and everybody discovers sooner or later,
It's a fine line between what you can accept, and what you demand.
On every street corner, these days, there seems to be some form of preying monster,
... Seems like the kindest faces, and a ticket to Jesus, ... End up hurting the most.
It's actually a badge, to be able to say you are easily fooled,
Why? ... Maybe because you are willing to accept enough to take a few steps forwards,
until you really learn to trust yourself,
A real warrior learns the depth of their own weaknesses.
This is the only way you can truly survive anything,
Understanding your won shortcomings is better than wielding a sword or a gun to perfection.
and everyone has the study...
whether you like it or not.
I stopped showing the way...
I stopped going on tour...
I started cooking my own meals, and calling it a metaphor
and looking in the mirror. Just like Janice,
to convince myself I could court another stage,
then came on back,
to burn the sage.
discovered, ... Sure enough,
there's more than ...Enough work for a lifetime, right here at home.
and... There's always the park.
What's the use in changing the world?
If you think it needs to be changed, you see only error.
What we might consider is developing the perception to really see,
to really, really, really, see.
Maybe, if we can find, what's worth saving inside ourselves,
if we learn how to share it, once shared, will help make the world worth loving.
I like the idea that a genuine gesture from depth of truth, can inspire, EVERYONE.
And you don't have to get the pope's approval...
or turn fake evangelical,
....I'm tired of commercials on TV.
So I watch 6 channels at once.
I love studying the lure of the argument called politics.
Not the study of politics, or study of the argument,
But the study of the LURE of the argument, called politics.
One thing's for sure,
they are keeping you on the edge of your seat.
the idea is to wear you out... And give you a sense of relief.
once you think it's over, the fox really gets to have some chickens in the hen house.
Folks get lured to believe anyone other that "ourselves" could make a difference.
Then they go back to the couch and another repeat of tool time.
Every thought you have, every idea/ideal you further, makes a difference,
not only in the physical world, but especially there...
the easiest S**t to let go, if you face your last breath, is the stuff out of your control,
just so happens, nothing really is.
every thought, every idea, every breath... is a vote for something..
check it out.
just cause I said it, doesn't mean I can do it...
but I'm trying...
...And the most meaningless.... is what you "thought" was real.
What good is fame, anyway... If you never share a smile without an agenda.
I just realized, a day or so ago... That it's legitimate for there to be those among us,
who get powered up by war.
It's not my idea, by the way.
But I had to admit it is reality.
And somehow, we all seem to like to watch.. Nothing really happened past the cave.
And notice that it's true.
Some, collapse as soon as they understand they are on the other end of a gun.
Some grab up their so called guts, and collect more evidence for a reason to fight,
while, for some, their courage, is just collapsing... In disbelief that so many would risk it all,
for everything but the park.
equally legitimate... Put the blinders on...
Between the two... Illusion everywhere, played out by the murder mystery of the week.
The hardest things to live with, are the realities examined when you gain enough wisdom,
to truly SEE when you look back.
So... Why do some say "never look back?"
I could never quite stand the movie "Pale Rider"... By Clint.
But it's rolling while I write this...
and I now understand it is brilliant. a big mirror.
I never understood, its a social commentary,
a tricky way for the audience to notice their allegiances, in the dark.
away from the park
Hard to face up to. In the light... But hand delivered with popcorn.
thanks Clint Eastwood!
What you really vote for, when not many can see or nobody's watching.
I think that's what really matters... And only you know... The part you hide.
The trick that gets played on everyone, eventually, is the trick of their own secrets.
Why you really buy the tickets to the freak shows... Who's pockets you are happy to line,
When can you be bought...
Somebody said to me, about 10 years ago... That "Everyone knows the truth"...
but "they may not want to know , they know the truth"...
there "really aren't any secrets... Really".
I thought about that.... Then I understood.
I think that it is definite.
No matter the political party,
somebody will see the reasons behind the reason...
and it is really about what you let go, or where you will blow the whistle.
but... Forgetting what you know?
it's definitely possible.
but that's how the world got plastic...
if plastic your world is.
and the last person who will ever know their world is plastic...
is the one/are the ones... Who have succeeded in forgetting what they already know.
there's a whole series of very simple moves in martial arts.
deadly... Simple... Fluid.. Almost invisible. Almost... Yet harmony complete...
the slightest , lightest touch across the eyes will blind.
like a light branch of a tree or a blade of grass in the park.
all that hard ass training most folks do,
can't save them from their worst fears..
from the lightest touch,
from the mirror of love... Lost.
Anyone can win anything,
...Holding peace and total harmony,
and the lightest touch
with compassion applied.
but few alive ever got close to it.
I once heard about a certain practitioner,
he was nugget on the streets of New York,
He turned and looked d the person in the eye, who had the gun,
reflected the truth, soul deep.
the mugger fell to his knees begging forgiveness.
it's just a story.
I wasn't there.
DiMaggio was broken, when his love died.
We got to see his upside down smile.
years upon years upon years.
and no one around him was allowed to speak her name.
and he never forgave the boisterous, wealthy politicians.
refused to shake Clinton's hand.
I figured out, a long time ago, that I won't have the harmony,
the peace, the flexibility, in hard war.
I want to keep what's left of my smile.
But it still comes and goes.
And I do not go to the park... Enough.
I admit it.
I knew, without such equanimity in the fiercest of battles.
because I seemed to always try to want to change the world in those days,
... And I'd go "ape s**t on anger and rage... And be unstoppable..
so I developed ways to walk away.
but it wasn't cowardice... Not in the least.
I was saving lives.
and looking back wondering if I was the ghost of Christmas past.
...So Invited myself away from all wars... as best I could.
Especially the ones in my own heart.
and learned it was/is a practice and you never really win it... Or lose it... You just continue.
and practice.
and..Then, sure enough... I learned, right away,
...When I try to just walk away I get the attacks.
...And even the most peaceful declarers, get confused that I became prey...
I really never liked the hard core politics of John Wayne,
Defending the war in Vietnam... He almost had me going there just to die...Just to die,
after everyone knew it was a war lost...
after the Buddhist monks succeeded in stopping it,
by lighting themselves calmly and with equanimity, on fire.
But... I still learned something from my favorite song growing up,
"The ballad of the Green Beret" and the way John Wayne played it,
That's why acting is the ideal path.
I have won many a street fight, acting like a deranged homeless guy.
Remembering what an old man told me on his porch one winter.
"you got to learn to blend in, dumb yourself down... Appear to be just like all the rest of the sheep... Otherwise, you will be forever picked out and made into a target. The slaves in the mine can't stand to be working alongside anything but another slave"
Springloaded, the air...
builds with tension...
...And all tension is eventually released.
I saw a warrior win a match in 15 seconds.
Already state champ headed for Pac 10.
He walked in, took his stance, one m move landed the other guy, pinned him... Done.
It took him the rest of a full half hour of running at top speed,
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, over and over,
to balance out all the energy that had been ready for the long stretch of the battle,
that ended too soon.
I learned to take the walk around the block...
it was either do that, or stop feeling.
Feeling is necessary for art... And there are a lot of ways to win the war of the heart.
some take a lifetime.
I was glad to see the illustration of a basic natural law,
no matter how you fight your battles,
you'll always have to fin your way back to balance...
for him...Only after doing that,
could he take the full peace of victory,
already waiting.
the victory, we all could already see...Was waiting.
but he wasn't ready, hadn't made room,
instead took the balance back... And made a space,
for the celebration of victory.
for me... It's a cup of hot tea...
maybe finding that dancer, and having her pose,
knowing the day when I can do her justice with a masterpiece,
but not grabbing for a statue of a badge or a false title,
finding the one that walks just as confidently up to me,
while I take the steps forward.
arriving right where that balance point truly resides.
inside and out.
go out and get some exercise.
Visit the park,
watch the mothers and dads smiling with their kids,
notice you made it.
run then walk then run then walk then walk then run then run then walk.
study the way the wind moves.... Whether you can see it or not.
collect the echo.
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I'm not talking about the optic explanation.
I'm talking about what we ALL see.
I'm not talking about what we THINK we know,
I'm talking about feet on the ground, don't have to check,
... Let's just buy a few beers and a pizza reality.
Nobody ever got a free lunch in this world, ever. And we all know it.
Just by breathing, you earned it.
I always said, Johnny Cash did it all with one song, "Big River" ...
... The way he sang that... that use of energy at that time,
... as complete as it was... Sailed that song forward.
And that song was just this;
an Eye witness account in 4 minutes,
of actually being somewhere,
and knowing you are there,
and telling about it while being in it. True.
He's dead, while those ideas inside that never-ending river
... In that song... Still lives.
Yet... There's hundreds of true stories... From similar positions, inside similar places,watching the wheels go round... And sometimes in reverse..., ...
Ray Charles... Einstein, Bucky Fuller,
Joan Baez, Cindy Lauper...Yeah even Donald Trump, on occasion,
and millions of others, all sexes, all races,
... If you were ever here, and showed up 100%, even if for just one milli-second in your life,
and wrote a song or invented a dream, or saw a truth, while in that place
...Which by the is in inevitable, because it's the true source of true power, presence, creativity,
charm, innovation... Inspiration...
and yes...Most times at the edge of a sword or a cliff,
you become just like millions of others before you.
and just barely moving us all forward by what evidence you leave and how wide it speaks.
...85% of our mothers...
Maybe even 40 to 60 % of our fathers......
maybe 5% OF OUR RICH LAWYER POLITICIANS.
Yeah... They ALL gave enough, just by showing up as 100%,
for a tiny, tiny...Speck of time,
And the rest is still sailing forward... Out of that... Infinite...
and there's really no work other than this...
there's what we all have to make peace with what we do to have money.
but then there is what really really so really do...
when we just show up 100%.
Complete, ongoing... Past all barriers and equations.
Nothing more...Nothing less...
and oh so obvious, walking through walls.
and oh so obvious,
traveling beyond time....
Like the spokes of a wheel, rolling backwards in slo mo.
Wipe your ideas from your brain, and your expectations.
The republicans, the democrats, the anarchists, the revolutionaries,
None of them has a formula close to the one you could get if you arrive where you sit or stand.
And notice what you notice while you hold that space.
...Fun to watch, but whether anyone sees it happen or not,
..It still is what it is,
no matter what you learned, what you think...
you still see it... I see it... We all see it...
The wheels rolling backwards, time separates from your edges,
and ...The world is flat.
If you decide to stay on one place.. And avoid the ocean.
And choose to not look too far.
and admit what you see...
You'll see where you're going and make a few steps,
across a small puddle, that exists only in your perception.
But in the end... Few ... Ever... Really ... Ever...
realize...That they do not ... Really ever ...Go very far...Go far at all...
And the world is flat.
as it should be;...
Time stands still,
as it always will.
otherwise... It would never make sense.
turning lead into gold.
Let's put it this way,
Everybody is choosing how far to see,
which horizon to measure their distances against... Or distance to,
...Which stars to guide their way.
But most do so automatically, and save no truth for the power....No power for the truth.
Yet... Miracles... The flash of intermittent light... Everywhere...And...
and if we are lucky, or unlucky... We cross each other's paths.
...And it's just about...How far, how wide, how important, or any other reason,
... To decide, to peace out with it... And discover, a reason to take the steps.
together...Or separate...
and from that moment of NEXT... What of your bigger self, comes along?
... Just ...How to decide if it's gonna be ok.
Is a thing you have to decide in your own cost-benefit equation.
... From one step to the next.
However far you got, whatever it was you did... Who you touched,
write it all down, sell a million copies...
Notice, that it actually lasts beyond your expectations...For as r it ever goes... That was only heart to heart... Almost nowhere.
the world is flat.
A peak reality... A stillness amidst the chaos.
you carry it with you.
...And just showing up... That's all it took.
Anytime anyone ever sat with THAT,
they brought back a witness to truth.
telling tales of metaphor,
that debate what you think is real.
breaking open a whole new foundation that eventually builds beneath it,
and explains why it is so...
then replicated, through the new laws deciphered.
Guess what... Such will always be the case.
Except...Why look to others for direction?
when you are already there.
If you stand, you stayed on the flat... The walk across... And it all matched up.
and guess what... Most folks just see ghosts at that last equation, from their distance,
and would rather applaud you or I or anyone else...Forward.
I heard it in Evil Kneivel's pride...his dance with that only route he could see,
to peak reality..
"I got the best surgeons in the world, they can fix anything,
I have broken every bone in my body, and I'm going to keep moving"
Well.
It would be great if he would allow himself to be wheeled among us,
to denounce those pronouncements... Because there's not enough painkillers available,
for him to be able to take a peaceful AWAKE walk through central park.
of complete one golf swing... Much less any kind of golf, or chess game.
Be careful what you declare at the top of your personal Mount Everest.
It's not your ideas that got you there.
You found something to represent an achievement,
... And then achieved it... And noticed that you might be close to 100% in the Moment.
But it wasn't what you achieved...
It was you showing up.
... And most who get interviewed, as if what they did to show up,
was so enormously great...
well... Maybe it was.. While they were 100%,
... And the simplicity of a simple kiss, ... Far more... Far more than the story.
They'll think they show up for the coffee, the sweet younger tits, and the ride home.
And they will seek to repeat the formula, any old day... Who wouldn't...
... But they will eventually end up getting wheeled through the park,
...Even if it's just to watch a young new family sharing it all,
... And they may not notice, that they are there 100%,
seeing from a distance, what they climbed Mount Everest to get...
and it was already there...From a distance.
... And then... If it's that day ...To die,
those ones that get to see it...They'll be glad they weren't alone.
... Along the way...., and maybe notice when they were there,
but forgot it while it was real...
and just gambled it all on a pole dancer.
Nothing more nothing less.
I've always thought that the whole " journey " part was just...
real enough, for developing the story line, for telling about it.
... If you survive.
And making it real.... Well that either was, or wasn't.
And maybe YOU don't even know... While you're in it.
the...Then and the now... Both the same,
the time standing still infinity meets infinity.
and the world is flat.
you're sitting in the park.
"Yeah, that's what I did, that's how it went, that's what it means".
And now...
I get to sequey;
... For real... Because it's real , ...Right now...
cause... I really turn my head, and I meet one of my pet spiders.
Yeah...One of my pet spiders. A Wolf spider. I love them.
I haven't seen these in the daylight, in the while, not this big, ...In awhile.
But I feel them exploring me at night and I wake up knowing where they were.
and that they climbed me like a mountain, finding stuff to eat.
...And I have been sort of glad I slept through it.
I was getting tired of killing the huge ones, once every two months.
when they got big enough to challenge me, make a show and a parade.
I always wondered, what was it that caused me to turn my head, right then?
them seeing me?
Who says intelligence is based on brain size.
Most humans use 10% or less.
And... You know...There is such a thing as Hive Mind...
But that's another blog.
I love spiders, these days.
I've discovered a few Black Widows...
But not yet here, though I know they are around.
I'd talk to them, just like these, first...Being glad they were across the room.
but then, like clockwork they came closer and closer each new day,
and at the same timeframes, like clockwork.
That's when I started changing my mind.
"if you see one, there's fifty"... Well that applies to cockroaches.
I think for spiders it would be something like,
If you see one, there's 12 to 20.
...And for me... That's ok, until they get bold and show up on schedule.
With parade routes, and repelling shows, down towards my pillows.
I'd test them with thought... If I see them, in a big way, while still,
do they feel it?
Sure enough... A conversation ensues.
I don't mind if they are here. I am glad... In fact.
I just don't want to pet them... Or have lunch with them...
or have to take them to a movie... Too many times.
Tonight, I turn my head, and say "hello" to the one that creeps within a foot of me...
and I am truly glad to see it. I noticed it slowed down when I saluted.
I say... "There's my pet spider!" and I'm happy.
... Then I hear my own words, and I watch I it cower and stall...
...Pretending that I don't see it... At all.
And that gives me a chance to consider... Are we really enemies??
If THEY think so... Then maybe we are! And I get scared.
do they have some sort of plan.??
Is this gonna be Gulliver's travels all over again.???
I think back to the guy I saw earlier on TV today,
the one that killed an Elk on TV this morning, with a bow.
For once, it was a fair fight... So, I surprised myself when I heard his respect,
... I forgave it and now saw the beauty.
Ok... There's sometimes too many Elk. It's ok... If you appreciate it, and feed your friends.
And then I say..."Is that what I'm gonna do?"... NOW?
... Next thing, without thinking. It's down to being honest, and it's already done.
Squeezed between 6 of my unreleased CDR masters, and a DVD or two... Over.
and the bugle blows for the spider. He/she was a big one!
And I don't even have to look.
Just leave it to dry out.
Find it in a few days, throw it in the yard..
It's not really fair... Being here inside the idea and the solution,
I get a view of my self...For a few seconds.
And I'm fine with it.. Though I still said, and meant..."I'm sorry".
I always say the same things to flies or whatever...
"I'm Sorry".
... But I would rather push them out the door on a wind and a blessing and watch them soar and live to die another day.
but this time... I let this idea I find myself seeing be ok...
I thought about it. I thought about launching a rescue airlift.
Yeah... I thought I was going to catch the spider and take it to a new world.
show it the dark night air, and the grass.. And the crickets, and the wheels of cars.
...But this is the 12000th generation of this indoor family, I'm guessing,
since this house was built.
And I've only met the last 8 grandpas/grandmas.
I see the relatives in the shower... Replaced by great granpa,
grandpa, Mother then kids.... Small growing larger, just like us.
...All while I have been here.
A couple were accidental drownings, running up out of the drain when the water hit.
and I had my regrets... So ..
A couple were rescued and "airlifted to freedom",
...But I had to admit, I saw that someone else around here,
... Had them in the trash the next day.
And then, the other day...
glad to see junior "all growed up", I just let him climb there in the sink...
he had already crawled out once,
before I turned on the cold,
and he can achieve that again, I am sure...
"yeah...Once the sink dries he can crawl out again".
that was yesterday, upstairs and in the sink,
...a different spider.
tonight, however, was another funeral.
...In the land of the spiders.
just like the ones I helped create in this room 4x...
In the land of the spiders,
where, as far as they can see...
it's been carpet , no flowers, and no birds... Forever.
And certainly not flat... Mountains everywhere.
And I am honest when I say, I AM glad they ALL party in here...
But I just admitted, once again, that I don't want to watch the rope tricks or the adventures...
I'll be their mountains in my sleep.
In the land where the lands are tall and wide.
Hey folks... Think about it...
The only way to be sure you are headed anywhere, is the feeling of motion.
In God we trust, everyone else, pays cash.
Sometimes getting somewhere is a matter of what you leave behind,
not where you are headed.... Or where you are, ... Really. Movie or no movie to back it up...
Lecture series, or no lecture series... Or book signings,
...Most days you just gotta let it be what ever it is...
... And call it grace.
A walk in the park.
And if you are gonna conceive of yourself taking or making steps,
one foot has to reach out, the other has to push away.
and most times, it's a two way street, with folks just as anxious to go where you been,
as you are to get on a bus elsewhere.
and either side... Still supplies a belief it's gonna be ok.
no matter where they end up.
I like the energies invisible as an equation for experimenting with intent.
Send off a package to a few, chosen few...
Let the air ring with gratitude and surprise,
And while you are on that wave surfing,
call a couple folks and either make peace, or offer... Make an offer.
towards something new,
then follow it up like it's a fresh stop.
and a fresh start.
simultaneous.
and see how well you do with the walk and the climb,
get even more determined to do it better next time.
I study the "idea of a person is gonna call"
then I call and if I hear the words, "I was just thinking of you"
... Then I know I am on time... Appeared on the scene welcomed.
In such ways,
I kicked open a door,
by measuring up to who I really am,
The ones who believe in me,
got compared to the ones who've been surprised.
Some saw their world go right side up, for a change,
others saw it flip upside down.
Meanwhile, they were gauging me against a manikin,
... I watched from the camouflaged, I wasn't around.
That gap... That gap between those two parameters,
the reflection of what it is, and what it really is,
...Was actually the " gate " I was looking for.
A crack in the door.
... I...Threw my foot in.
walked on through.
made some toast... Said goodbye to my imposter ghost.
surprised myself.
some folks love it... Others ran like hell,
found their own reasons,
found their own reprises,
found their own ghosts
Yeah... I was pretty sure who would go in which direction.
And sure enough...
Exactly as I had hoped,
a few walked up to me beaming and grateful with open arms.
the whole scene got simplified.
on cue.
I studied martial arts a long, long time.
The concepts inside the arts, not the flying kicks or the fast spins... Anymore,
but the...Concepts beneath the method of infusing such energy,
... No matter the technique... Always similar in principle,
...No matter what they are, innovative and un expected,
all aligned within natural laws... Some known, others just out reach for most,
including ourselves, until needed, and we watch them glow forward through us..
until you drop through the floor and forget each equations,
to find the morphing real.
and see you never have to steel (steal).
there has to be a reason for gaining the knowledge.
... Of a thing, a place, an idea... a journey...
and for that series of steps on that particular winding path,
the idea was,
to protect the weak.
to be ready, always ready, just able enough , as well...
... And able to put my life n the line,
...If necessary, ... To protect the weak,
But I'd figured it out, on that path,
... Eventually I was only my own ghost,
unless I accept that I have to aspire towards,
and realize ...That we are never finished,
and until then...Until knowing at the end,
that it's just like anew beginning again...
...To learn and, ... Grow to be,
...And live too.
But most times throw out the whole book on what it's supposed to be about,
and just sit and draw the folks in the park...
... Knowing you are just looking in the mirror, while stopping time.
It all starts to make sense when you realize you are long past halfway towards wherever you thought you were going.
and your are still not there...
Same old same old.
Nobody invented anything.
I am revitalizing some footage I shot 10 years back,
I'd ended up in the sunset district, San Francisco.
Kept the camera rolling,
Met a guy standing outside the club where Van's daughter's band was playing, where I was headed.
Seemed like a lonely guy ... I could see my reflection.
I didn't tell anyone the way I really felt on those long sagas,
as if I had cut out a set of footsteps, carried it in my back pocket,
and tossed them in front of me, on faith walked them forward.
Years and years.
That night, I see empty hearts all around and one big one standing outside,
bewildered, and wondering what I was filming.
"life" I said... It was all pre-reality TV, as we know it.
in the moment... Zen.
I stopped and talked with the guy standing there,
asked him who he was, what was his passion,
he told me he was a playwright, had written a play called "Dude Cowboy".
and then, he told me about his inspiration,
a guy he chauffeured at the end of his life,
Groucho Marx.
They'd talk about all of Groucho's memories,
the years in Hollywood, traveling the world, the hit movies.
the fame...
He said,, .. One day he asked Groucho, "where is it?"
waving his hands , gesturing through the illusion we call life,
where is it, Groucho.. Where is the answer, where is the goal, what's it for?
... He told me, , and he grabbed my arm, like he was relaying an oracle,
a hidden key... "It's in the park, Pete... It's in the park"
and the transfer was complete.
One lost soul talking to another lost soul... Both of us trying our best,
talking about someone who had been there, done that, and found himself,
..."In the park".
simple.
Nobody invented anything it's all been done before.
The world is flat, until you get there, and then look back, and it's still flat.
I want to be an ant that crawls up on a tire, and ends up in Jamaica...
then does it again and finds Paris, and again and again.
Sometimes I am wondering, if , while we are all inventing reasons
... For the steps we take and the wars we fight,
if, maybe, all the while...There's a team of ants traveling
... The world climbing on the wheels of airplanes...
and after we're all done with whatever we were trying to do,
they been just keeping it in flow, all along,
headed to the park... And the next park... To the park.
It makes sense to me now that Groucho saw it all in the park.
It makes sense, because at that stage of his life , he was wheelchair bound,
and he got to see the joys in other people's eyes, sharing sunlight,
... At the park. Seeing way past the end of the world, with open eyes.
I always told folks, starting back in about 82 or so,
...That someday I want to have enough cash to do what Groucho did,
and hire a beautiful nurse, with tits that are real, somebody a third my age,
to walk me through the park...Wheel me around... Then give her half my money.
I told folks... If I could just finish it out like Groucho...
I'd have done ok.
Now... I was seeing inside the shadows of another artist's eyes,
the ricochet of the spark delivered from Groucho to him, now transferred to me.
... And I knew... I knew I had already known it... I was right...
it's in the park.
I just went on a web search for an old friend of mine from art school.
He had sold me his nice professional super 8 film camera.
and I'd made some decent films with it 30 years ago.
I always believed I'd be buying a ticket to a film he directed.
Now I realize, I must have been talking to his ghost,
each time I searched... The trail always ended in 1989.
He did stills for many a movie I enjoyed, he was on those sets,
as a still photographer.
But I know Jim Zenk made a difference,
he kept it light... He shot some great stills,
of films in process... Essential... And true.
Lauren Bacall just told a story about John Wayne,
on the set of the Shootist, where he played a gunslinger dying of cancer...
when he was really dying of cancer.
examine the stuff he said, and the way he said it. With deep meaning.
the crew used to say, "John, it sure is a beautiful day!"
... And John would say (Marion Morrison, that is), "Everyday you wake up is a beautiful day"
.....
George Harrison said, "The further I go, the less I know"
The further I went, the more it became about layers of the study,
...The less about getting anywhere..l I had started out wanting to win,
... But soon it became less that I wanted to WIN,
...Or even to lose.
You drive towards your dream,
and everybody discovers sooner or later,
It's a fine line between what you can accept, and what you demand.
On every street corner, these days, there seems to be some form of preying monster,
... Seems like the kindest faces, and a ticket to Jesus, ... End up hurting the most.
It's actually a badge, to be able to say you are easily fooled,
Why? ... Maybe because you are willing to accept enough to take a few steps forwards,
until you really learn to trust yourself,
A real warrior learns the depth of their own weaknesses.
This is the only way you can truly survive anything,
Understanding your won shortcomings is better than wielding a sword or a gun to perfection.
and everyone has the study...
whether you like it or not.
I stopped showing the way...
I stopped going on tour...
I started cooking my own meals, and calling it a metaphor
and looking in the mirror. Just like Janice,
to convince myself I could court another stage,
then came on back,
to burn the sage.
discovered, ... Sure enough,
there's more than ...Enough work for a lifetime, right here at home.
and... There's always the park.
What's the use in changing the world?
If you think it needs to be changed, you see only error.
What we might consider is developing the perception to really see,
to really, really, really, see.
Maybe, if we can find, what's worth saving inside ourselves,
if we learn how to share it, once shared, will help make the world worth loving.
I like the idea that a genuine gesture from depth of truth, can inspire, EVERYONE.
And you don't have to get the pope's approval...
or turn fake evangelical,
....I'm tired of commercials on TV.
So I watch 6 channels at once.
I love studying the lure of the argument called politics.
Not the study of politics, or study of the argument,
But the study of the LURE of the argument, called politics.
One thing's for sure,
they are keeping you on the edge of your seat.
the idea is to wear you out... And give you a sense of relief.
once you think it's over, the fox really gets to have some chickens in the hen house.
Folks get lured to believe anyone other that "ourselves" could make a difference.
Then they go back to the couch and another repeat of tool time.
Every thought you have, every idea/ideal you further, makes a difference,
not only in the physical world, but especially there...
the easiest S**t to let go, if you face your last breath, is the stuff out of your control,
just so happens, nothing really is.
every thought, every idea, every breath... is a vote for something..
check it out.
just cause I said it, doesn't mean I can do it...
but I'm trying...
...And the most meaningless.... is what you "thought" was real.
What good is fame, anyway... If you never share a smile without an agenda.
I just realized, a day or so ago... That it's legitimate for there to be those among us,
who get powered up by war.
It's not my idea, by the way.
But I had to admit it is reality.
And somehow, we all seem to like to watch.. Nothing really happened past the cave.
And notice that it's true.
Some, collapse as soon as they understand they are on the other end of a gun.
Some grab up their so called guts, and collect more evidence for a reason to fight,
while, for some, their courage, is just collapsing... In disbelief that so many would risk it all,
for everything but the park.
equally legitimate... Put the blinders on...
Between the two... Illusion everywhere, played out by the murder mystery of the week.
The hardest things to live with, are the realities examined when you gain enough wisdom,
to truly SEE when you look back.
So... Why do some say "never look back?"
I could never quite stand the movie "Pale Rider"... By Clint.
But it's rolling while I write this...
and I now understand it is brilliant. a big mirror.
I never understood, its a social commentary,
a tricky way for the audience to notice their allegiances, in the dark.
away from the park
Hard to face up to. In the light... But hand delivered with popcorn.
thanks Clint Eastwood!
What you really vote for, when not many can see or nobody's watching.
I think that's what really matters... And only you know... The part you hide.
The trick that gets played on everyone, eventually, is the trick of their own secrets.
Why you really buy the tickets to the freak shows... Who's pockets you are happy to line,
When can you be bought...
Somebody said to me, about 10 years ago... That "Everyone knows the truth"...
but "they may not want to know , they know the truth"...
there "really aren't any secrets... Really".
I thought about that.... Then I understood.
I think that it is definite.
No matter the political party,
somebody will see the reasons behind the reason...
and it is really about what you let go, or where you will blow the whistle.
but... Forgetting what you know?
it's definitely possible.
but that's how the world got plastic...
if plastic your world is.
and the last person who will ever know their world is plastic...
is the one/are the ones... Who have succeeded in forgetting what they already know.
there's a whole series of very simple moves in martial arts.
deadly... Simple... Fluid.. Almost invisible. Almost... Yet harmony complete...
the slightest , lightest touch across the eyes will blind.
like a light branch of a tree or a blade of grass in the park.
all that hard ass training most folks do,
can't save them from their worst fears..
from the lightest touch,
from the mirror of love... Lost.
Anyone can win anything,
...Holding peace and total harmony,
and the lightest touch
with compassion applied.
but few alive ever got close to it.
I once heard about a certain practitioner,
he was nugget on the streets of New York,
He turned and looked d the person in the eye, who had the gun,
reflected the truth, soul deep.
the mugger fell to his knees begging forgiveness.
it's just a story.
I wasn't there.
DiMaggio was broken, when his love died.
We got to see his upside down smile.
years upon years upon years.
and no one around him was allowed to speak her name.
and he never forgave the boisterous, wealthy politicians.
refused to shake Clinton's hand.
I figured out, a long time ago, that I won't have the harmony,
the peace, the flexibility, in hard war.
I want to keep what's left of my smile.
But it still comes and goes.
And I do not go to the park... Enough.
I admit it.
I knew, without such equanimity in the fiercest of battles.
because I seemed to always try to want to change the world in those days,
... And I'd go "ape s**t on anger and rage... And be unstoppable..
so I developed ways to walk away.
but it wasn't cowardice... Not in the least.
I was saving lives.
and looking back wondering if I was the ghost of Christmas past.
...So Invited myself away from all wars... as best I could.
Especially the ones in my own heart.
and learned it was/is a practice and you never really win it... Or lose it... You just continue.
and practice.
and..Then, sure enough... I learned, right away,
...When I try to just walk away I get the attacks.
...And even the most peaceful declarers, get confused that I became prey...
I really never liked the hard core politics of John Wayne,
Defending the war in Vietnam... He almost had me going there just to die...Just to die,
after everyone knew it was a war lost...
after the Buddhist monks succeeded in stopping it,
by lighting themselves calmly and with equanimity, on fire.
But... I still learned something from my favorite song growing up,
"The ballad of the Green Beret" and the way John Wayne played it,
That's why acting is the ideal path.
I have won many a street fight, acting like a deranged homeless guy.
Remembering what an old man told me on his porch one winter.
"you got to learn to blend in, dumb yourself down... Appear to be just like all the rest of the sheep... Otherwise, you will be forever picked out and made into a target. The slaves in the mine can't stand to be working alongside anything but another slave"
Springloaded, the air...
builds with tension...
...And all tension is eventually released.
I saw a warrior win a match in 15 seconds.
Already state champ headed for Pac 10.
He walked in, took his stance, one m move landed the other guy, pinned him... Done.
It took him the rest of a full half hour of running at top speed,
back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, over and over,
to balance out all the energy that had been ready for the long stretch of the battle,
that ended too soon.
I learned to take the walk around the block...
it was either do that, or stop feeling.
Feeling is necessary for art... And there are a lot of ways to win the war of the heart.
some take a lifetime.
I was glad to see the illustration of a basic natural law,
no matter how you fight your battles,
you'll always have to fin your way back to balance...
for him...Only after doing that,
could he take the full peace of victory,
already waiting.
the victory, we all could already see...Was waiting.
but he wasn't ready, hadn't made room,
instead took the balance back... And made a space,
for the celebration of victory.
for me... It's a cup of hot tea...
maybe finding that dancer, and having her pose,
knowing the day when I can do her justice with a masterpiece,
but not grabbing for a statue of a badge or a false title,
finding the one that walks just as confidently up to me,
while I take the steps forward.
arriving right where that balance point truly resides.
inside and out.
go out and get some exercise.
Visit the park,
watch the mothers and dads smiling with their kids,
notice you made it.
run then walk then run then walk then walk then run then run then walk.
study the way the wind moves.... Whether you can see it or not.
collect the echo.
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posted by Toe Knee at 9:02 PM
1 Comments:
does this make me a cyber stalker, or should i buy a hat, mug or t-shirt.
come on, man. we have a mis-understanding.
why freak out?
anyway, the sitting bull painting is on it's way from arizona, and i'll still take it to school and make a very high quality scan of it, if you want. same goes for the landscape that mom bought.
yours,
i guess whatever they are calling the devil these days, or,
joel
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