wiz itch

 

 

 wiz itch

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wiz itch

wizdom wiggles

tickling squiggling

like a small child climbing parent Everest

like a cat nosing inside a pillowcase

or a breeze that brushes your face

wiz itch

noticed as amusement

assessed as a nuisance

only touched by the soul

who lays their head

in search of sweet rest

wiz itch

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wiz itch

 

 

 wiz itch

PublicFriendsOnly MeCustomClose FriendsFamilyGo Back

wiz itch

wizdom wiggles

tickling squiggling

like a small child climbing parent Everest

like a cat nosing inside a pillowcase

or a breeze that brushes your face

wiz itch

noticed as amusement

assessed as a nuisance

only touched by the soul

who lays their head

in search of sweet rest

wiz itch

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A PLACE CALLED WATER

A PLACE CALLED WATER

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Water ocean from below

surf pounding the body, sea spray carried by wind

sand and sun and water

boats, bodies both

take in the last warm fall days

before the end of sweet summer heat

and then it will be time of brisk sea and air

hot tea and coffee and winter's wild storms

everything to the rhythm of the tides,

the never ending clock

the never failing events.

Along the black ribbon

at 9,000 kilometers

at 130 kph

Far north in the dome of clear sky,

lightening.

there is a whole different rhythm as flashes excite the reflections

and the heights close on each side of the road.

An odd coincidence.

the contrivance of man, measured time.

a device locked into its' own reality

is in step with the flashing lightning

1 0 1 0 - on off - on off ...

binary has rhythm too it seems

the lightning flashes 1 0 1 0 - on off - on off

flash dark, flash dark

at 1 0 1 1

suddenly, flash dark, flash flash.

at 130 kph, at 9 k elevation all motion suddenly

isn't

there is only stillness

and for a blink, for that moment between off and on

is sight.

then an odd dissatisfaction

passing the instant

open and closed

off then on

for a blink

nothing ever has seemed to have importance

in the sight is everything

that looks like nothing

and then the wave of dissatisfaction

with nothing.

Where is the sky?

the moon is nowhere to be seen

through a now dominant cloud cover

Suddenly, the ribbon becomes a huge slide

the glimpses of left and right reveal rising escarpments

the ribbon is now a tunnel, flowing down at 130 kph.

And the walls drop away

there is a starry horizon

and a spreading open plain

then the valley itself lights up

Finally it rains.

Not water like the sea.

Not spray like the foam carried on a breeze

Not the water from below rising to pound a willing body

eager in sun and sand and surf.

Water of a whole different taste.

Water of a lighter texture, driven by wind and gravity, fired by lightening.

there is not a sun's heat, but the cold mountain night.

Standing in the frigid air, becoming covered from above, swept with water

on face and limbs and then more sudden thunder

magnificent in it's concussion

so different from that of the surf.

Water pouring ice cold is a water unlike yesterday's water rising.

A very different rhythm from this water.

Water pulled by gravity, driven by wind, one rising - one falling.

Then it is time to move on again.

Not all who wander are lost.

A. Mendoza, 2014

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A PLACE CALLED WATER

A PLACE CALLED WATER

PublicFriends of FriendsFriendsOnly MeCustomClose FriendsFamilyGo Back

Water ocean from below

surf pounding the body, sea spray carried by wind

sand and sun and water

boats, bodies both

take in the last warm fall days

before the end of sweet summer heat

and then it will be time of brisk sea and air

hot tea and coffee and winter's wild storms

everything to the rhythm of the tides,

the never ending clock

the never failing events.

Along the black ribbon

at 9,000 kilometers

at 130 kph

Far north in the dome of clear sky,

lightening.

there is a whole different rhythm as flashes excite the reflections

and the heights close on each side of the road.

An odd coincidence.

the contrivance of man, measured time.

a device locked into its' own reality

is in step with the flashing lightning

1 0 1 0 - on off - on off ...

binary has rhythm too it seems

the lightning flashes 1 0 1 0 - on off - on off

flash dark, flash dark

at 1 0 1 1

suddenly, flash dark, flash flash.

at 130 kph, at 9 k elevation all motion suddenly

isn't

there is only stillness

and for a blink, for that moment between off and on

is sight.

then an odd dissatisfaction

passing the instant

open and closed

off then on

for a blink

nothing ever has seemed to have importance

in the sight is everything

that looks like nothing

and then the wave of dissatisfaction

with nothing.

Where is the sky?

the moon is nowhere to be seen

through a now dominant cloud cover

Suddenly, the ribbon becomes a huge slide

the glimpses of left and right reveal rising escarpments

the ribbon is now a tunnel, flowing down at 130 kph.

And the walls drop away

there is a starry horizon

and a spreading open plain

then the valley itself lights up

Finally it rains.

Not water like the sea.

Not spray like the foam carried on a breeze

Not the water from below rising to pound a willing body

eager in sun and sand and surf.

Water of a whole different taste.

Water of a lighter texture, driven by wind and gravity, fired by lightening.

there is not a sun's heat, but the cold mountain night.

Standing in the frigid air, becoming covered from above, swept with water

on face and limbs and then more sudden thunder

magnificent in it's concussion

so different from that of the surf.

Water pouring ice cold is a water unlike yesterday's water rising.

A very different rhythm from this water.

Water pulled by gravity, driven by wind, one rising - one falling.

Then it is time to move on again.

Not all who wander are lost.

A. Mendoza, 2014

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Poetic Program

#poetry #thinking #meditation

Poetic Program

now, what was that question again?

% *% there is the formula

if then presented, is the solution asked for ?

there is the hint, the suggestion, the error of logic.


if then presented, are emotions triggered?

for if then the living

for if then the light.


like having a wishing well

and then any answer is right?

it sees, what we see

we can-be-been anything but it.


no exit, eternity as self

no escape, it follows wherever we are

turn and look, what do we see.


not it

not I

not if

then the living

then the light.


else, the desire

else, the touch

else, the body

else, the living

else, the light.


do until

do not tell

do until

do and feel

do until

for there is no next

only

the living

the light.

now

what was that question again?

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Poetic Program

#poetry #thinking #meditation

Poetic Program

now, what was that question again?

% *% there is the formula

if then presented, is the solution asked for ?

there is the hint, the suggestion, the error of logic.


if then presented, are emotions triggered?

for if then the living

for if then the light.


like having a wishing well

and then any answer is right?

it sees, what we see

we can-be-been anything but it.


no exit, eternity as self

no escape, it follows wherever we are

turn and look, what do we see.


not it

not I

not if

then the living

then the light.


else, the desire

else, the touch

else, the body

else, the living

else, the light.


do until

do not tell

do until

do and feel

do until

for there is no next

only

the living

the light.

now

what was that question again?

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Y TU

2

2 too many hours spent in searches

focusing drains, each research empties

energy from many small tasks.


bit and dual knowledge useless

wildly swinging a net in hope

before pointless application.


demanding doubly doubtful designs

demonstrating a denuded devouring

looking for and finding information pre-planted

fish and butterfly both share this snare;

one wet and muscular, unseen

the other so gentle and light as air

one astounding the lucky with a biblical, personal, legendary reward.

the other is childlike wonder and play;

birthed by it's own transformation

inside the invisible magic lives

outside of understanding a delicate, magical, visible artwork

and hidden is the powerful mystery

 

2 meals per session.

2 minds and yet the obsession.

2 drink minimum perception.

y Tu.

#poetry #poem #writing #meditation

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The Bloody Truth

The Bloody Truth

Veritas. Truth.

A classic, and always argued, phrase in a single word. A dual concept of what is and what is not. An opposite falsehood lined with the silver lining of what is truly valuable and the pillar that holds up our dignity as persons.

Always in front of us there is, it seems, a delicate veil that allows us to almost see truth. Yet, hidden at the same time, truth is always teasing us in the demure forms we see. From that which we most desire, and that from which we'll most express to desire, we'll see a truth.

There is an implied duality in truth. There is a limitation to what we know as truth. If something is a truth there is a limitation implied. The limitation is how to define what is not. Truth is, in essence, a two faced creature. The Janus  whose existence we cannot deny.

That is also the key to creating truth, defining limitations. And, that is how a truth can be created, by creating a limitation.

Create something as a limitation, and a truth can be defined.

These days “to define” is the operating mode, the way of making known, what is and not a truth. Pontius Pilate in a Christian narrative comments about truth; whether it was an unchanging law and whether if all truths were the same. His points made were both likely meant as dismissive. The angry mob who in outrage screamed for justice at an offense against truth could not consider any concept of impartial justice. All had to live or die by that truth they'd defined. The push back against what is defined as truth has become one of the histories of conflicts.

Truth can be a truly bloody motive in war.

#war #thought #truth #duality #politics #religion

 

A. Mendoza, 2014

The Bloody Truth

The Bloody Truth

Veritas. Truth.

A classic, and always argued, phrase in a single word. A dual concept of what is and what is not. An opposite falsehood lined with the silver lining of what is truly valuable and the pillar that holds up our dignity as persons.

Always in front of us there is, it seems, a delicate veil that allows us to almost see truth. Yet, hidden at the same time, truth is always teasing us in the demure forms we see. From that which we most desire, and that from which we'll most express to desire, we'll see a truth.

There is an implied duality in truth. There is a limitation to what we know as truth. If something is a truth there is a limitation implied. The limitation is how to define what is not. Truth is, in essence, a two faced creature. The Janus  whose existence we cannot deny.

That is also the key to creating truth, defining limitations. And, that is how a truth can be created, by creating a limitation.

Create something as a limitation, and a truth can be defined.

These days “to define” is the operating mode, the way of making known, what is and not a truth. Pontius Pilate in a Christian narrative comments about truth; whether it was an unchanging law and whether if all truths were the same. His points made were both likely meant as dismissive. The angry mob who in outrage screamed for justice at an offense against truth could not consider any concept of impartial justice. All had to live or die by that truth they'd defined. The push back against what is defined as truth has become one of the histories of conflicts.

Truth can be a truly bloody motive in war.

#war #thought #truth #duality #politics #religion

 

A. Mendoza, 2014

A Seaman's Story

#stories #wisdom #thoughts #inspiration

A seaman's story

The Charter Boat Captain

He sailed a charter boat for years. Every morning, before he would start out his sail, he would go to his private locker, take out a piece of paper, read it, then put it back. At lunch time, he would do the same - go to his locker, take out a piece of paper, read it, then put it back.
He would do this 2 or 3 times a day - and for all the years that he sailed. His crew always wondered what it was that he was reading, and always thought it was a prayer for safety. Whenever they asked him about it, he would say it was his own private inspiration, but would never tell anyone what was on that slip of paper.
Years later, the old captain finally went to his sailboat in the sky. After they held his burial at sea from his boat, one of his longtime crew went to the captain's locker and looked for the slip of paper that he read every day. He figured it would be fitting to set it off to sea along with the old captain.
When the crew member found the slip of paper, he was surprised to see that it read:
Port: left; Starboard: right. 

There's nothing like staying focused.

A Seaman's Story

#stories #wisdom #thoughts #inspiration

A seaman's story

The Charter Boat Captain

He sailed a charter boat for years. Every morning, before he would start out his sail, he would go to his private locker, take out a piece of paper, read it, then put it back. At lunch time, he would do the same - go to his locker, take out a piece of paper, read it, then put it back.
He would do this 2 or 3 times a day - and for all the years that he sailed. His crew always wondered what it was that he was reading, and always thought it was a prayer for safety. Whenever they asked him about it, he would say it was his own private inspiration, but would never tell anyone what was on that slip of paper.
Years later, the old captain finally went to his sailboat in the sky. After they held his burial at sea from his boat, one of his longtime crew went to the captain's locker and looked for the slip of paper that he read every day. He figured it would be fitting to set it off to sea along with the old captain.
When the crew member found the slip of paper, he was surprised to see that it read:
Port: left; Starboard: right. 

There's nothing like staying focused.

Here we go again, more BS from the EU

#EuropeonUnion #Google #Politics #SovietUnion #EconomicPower #PoliticalPower #TradeWar #UnitedStates

It is ridiculous this the hypocrisy of the EU. They've self righteously claimed the high ground for freedoms while their BS is even worse than here in the states.

The same nations who've imprisoned, robbed and traded lives for their profit, who are still the worst offenders of human rights, who started (and continue to support) wars in order to take what they wanted from others, are now after something that isn't really theirs. Like that's anything new.

It isn't enough that tech in general is the development of the young and new, or, that the services and provided opportunities are the drivers of human progress. It seems that those who can't produce anything want to continue to take from others in order to line their pockets. Google (and tech in general) finds itself like the diamond miners, coal diggers or others who actually do the work and are dragged into one of the many forms of modern political and economic slavery. 

The response likely will be a resulting messy blood bath that almost always occurs when the revolt begins.

The EU (and mostly all of the statist nations) continue to demand conformity thereby creating a forced rebellion. It is that rebellion that is the true danger. And let's face it, there's a lot of profit in war of any kind.

It was Stalin who said, "Let me define the terms and I will win the argument."
And, "We would not let our enemies have guns, why should we let them have ideas?" The EU is becoming the new Soviet era. They (the Soviets) lost the battle, but, may win the modern version of the cold war. The EU is becoming the new Soviet.

The proxy wars in places like South America, Africa and Asian nations aren't new. What is new is that now the EU has a combined matured group with economic and political power to use as clubs instead of the old smaller divided countries that spent so much effort fighting among themselves for whatever they could steal.

The EU is trying to enforce its will on us all, again. That's as dangerous as the other large regions doing the same. Keep in mind that the US is about 6% of the world's population. By hampering the building of tech there is a possibility of the other larger regions, attempting to do the same, can do an end around US military and economic power. Next comes the political power that was used to co-opt economic and military power to begin with. 
Essentially, Stalin's "argument."

The trade war has been around for awhile. Now its likely going to get ugly.

The "Religious," the Bane of Faithfulness.

#Faith  #Thoughts  #Prayer  #Love  #God  #Religion  #Bible  #LawOfLove #meditation 

Faith is a verb. It is an action based on a conviction. By action is a true faith recognized.
It obviously doesn't take much for some "religious" to be in an uproar: Muslim, Hindu, Christian, whatever. The action of violence is based on the something other than the law of love.  The action of murder shows just exactly where a faith is based. Moving down the line of Commandments and the seven sins it becomes clear the foolishness of those who "defend God."
This same set of sins and Commandments occur, amazingly and consistently, in every religion.

God has evidently planted a law of love everyplace so that it will be seen by all. Some evidently think that isn't good enough.Witness the failings of man in everything around you and there is the evidence that God is, and we have, by free will, denied ourselves his love.

There is and always has been a creator, a prime mover, a source of all that is and will be. Not knowing this is to not see. To know this incompletely is to fail to love. To see and to know is to love. From such comes all understanding. Such is the true nature and the prime law for all things.

To be outraged by insults isn't a crime in itself and, if one feels the need, should speak up for themselves. If for no other reason to correct errors and bridge the gap between ignorance and understanding.

Claiming the right to murder by mob violence isn't anything but a criminal act An act against an individual or individuals.

We, in this system of government, have found it wise to maintain a separation of church and state. The evidence of such wisdom can be easily seen. We also note that criminal acts are against individuals, that organizations made up of individuals are secondary, and often (or should be), irrelevant.

As a Christian here is what I believe. There is only one God- Father, Son and Holy Spirit. Since I didn't see anyone else's name mentioned it would seem some have a bit of humbling down to accomplish.

Here is an act of faith, the action based of conviction - Proclaiming the Law of Love that makes us whole and complete. As a witness to all who see this, I submit there is no other truth superior to this.

I can think of no better such law to be subject to.

The Development of the New Slavery

#Polictics #PoliticalEconomy #Economics #Education #EducationCommunities

Much is said by the political leaders about economic development, government involvement in citizens lives and especially education. Nothing is ever said about how the lowering of the economic baseline; the recessions, cuts in social programs and support of corporate entities, and bleeding of our resources to engage in war, disrupts communities.

How are they connected? It is well known that education is the basis by which future productive people can make an impact in their worlds. It is also well known that communities that have relatively stable incomes influence the outcomes of the social lives for the children attending schools.

The policies that have drained the public coffers unproductively have an effect of diminishing communities from building those things that are productive and necessary for a civil society.By funding corporate welfare and cutting government income sources in favor of those who have already take monies out of the system frays the strength of the line between community requirements and the funds to make those requirements doable. Engagement in warfare has always been historically accompanied by financial disaster.

Current events are showing all these to still be true.There can be no civil society when large scale corporate theft and legalized destruction are favorably funded instead.  

Education is the first evidence that a civil society survives or even exists. To illustrate this the research shows that the geographical area just outside of Washington DC, which has the highest wealth index and quality of life index, also has the highest educational achievements, the best testing scores and the highest graduation rates and rates of college graduates. This has a cumulative effect, the more who graduate and later have children who graduate, the higher the levels of continued education and achievement. These are consistent findings in research for the last 50 years in high income areas. Also consistent is how broken communities and their evident poorly funded education systems result in higher crime rates, sometimes in the extremes.

What makes for successful educational systems are, essentially, stable communities. Stable communities have reliable private and public resources and social and civil structures. When the economy becomes unstable, community resources and structures take serious hits. Continue the decline for long periods of time and the children start to not graduate, achievement falls, and so the cycle continues with the crime rate that follows as the unwanted bonus.

All the philosophy and political talk about points of view and political or moral leanings are mostly baloney. The reality is this; if something is destroyed, it's destroyed. If something is built it's built. There is no building by destruction. If a civil society must be maintained, then anything or anyone that blocks that maintenance intends to destroy it. There is no social or economic theory for this. It either is or is not done as a practical matter.

Most practical of all is Christianity 101. If someone is hungry, feed them. Naked, clothe them. Do not kill. Do not steal. Do not lie. Do not betray the trust given you. Treat your neighbor as yourself.Education in this country is a community activity. Schools tend to be focus points of communities.

If we want to avoid enslavement, we have to educate. If we want to educate we have to avoid the strangulation by building reliable private and public resources and social and civil structures

To break the stranglehold we have to develop and maintain private and public resources and social and civil structures that form our communities.