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July 2009

Posted: July 17, 2009 in Life

Real

“What is REAL?” asked the Rabbit one day.“Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse.  “It’s a thing that happens to you.  When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

“Does it hurt?”  asked the Rabbit.

“Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful.  “When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt.”

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse.  “You become.  It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept.  Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.  But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real, you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand.”

“…  but once you are Real you can’t become unreal again.  It lasts for always.”

– Margery Williams in ‘The Velveteen Rabbit’ –

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Detachment from Attachment

Today, i wake up with the residuals of there and then….

the same old, the same old;

the same old attachment to the body – the niggling discomfort;
the same old attachment to the mind – the unwanted thought.

the same old, the same old;

Today, i wake up with the reminders of the here and now…..

the brand new, the brand new;

the brand new detachment from the past – the prevailing peace;
the brand new detachment from the future – the inner knowing.

the brand new, the brand new.

~ penned 180709: 10:38 ~

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I am That

i am not this body
neither this mind
nor this state

i am that….

that ocean of consciousness
in which all things happen

i am not this pain
neither this thought
nor this sadness

i am that….

that fearless supreme being
in which true love resides

i am not this attachment
neither this bondage
nor this imprisonment

i am that….

that enlightenment
in which true liberation takes place

~ penned 170709: 1709 ~

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Feelings Encircling Me

i can’t get a grip
on what i’m feeling within
it’s up; it’s down
dizzier than a merry-go-round

i can’t give words
to the feelings i hold
it’s red; it’s blue
kaleidoscope of hues

i can’t quite fathom
my feelings, like a phantom
appearing here; there, everywhere
vanishing nowhere

~penned 160709: 2030 ~

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Confronting My Feelings

watch….your feelings rise
watch….your feelings rear it’s ugly head
watch….your feelings reign

then……

watch…your feelings retreat
watch…your feelings recoil
watch…your feelings relinquish

~penned 170709: 1030 ~