Hi-ho and hello.
As discussed this week I’m focusing on finding a decent routine for Jung’s First Pillar, aiming to create a healthy mind-space and to aid my body to be in sync with one another, and find that equilibrium to always be able to catch myself.
Like I said the biggest aspect that calls for managing is time and consistency with my health. If I push too hard, I’ll be out for days, too exhausted and fatigued to do enough for being a better self. But I’ve gained some traction and am feeling confident.
Now, I’ve found some good methods to stay active and maintain my agility, I’m still figuring out what’s too much and what’s going to work and that’s great, but let’s focus on the big thing. The mind.
I prefer the idea of self actualization which I know pairs more with Maslow’s hierarchy…but that’s for another time. I do feel that they tie together though, both Maslow’s and Jung’s philosophy aim for happiness,at least a variation of that. Sorry, I digress.
I want my mind to be whole, to be connected from one hemisphere to the next, to not be so convoluted and discombobulated as I feel most days, this is a need that calls for training.
Even through PT (physical therapy) for the MS there’s a reminding that we need to communicate with the whole of our mind and the appendages we rely on, I try, but then… Ever see UP and the goofy Labrador Dug?
That’s what I’ve found I struggle with internally when trying to slow and meditate for the sake of my mind. I’ve restored to using Google’s Balance. I don’t use it often enough but when I do, I’m reminded to write, to draw, and sketch, to paint, to sing, and dance like my heart wants. Through meditation, like reading I’m reminded I’m more than a dad and a husband that I am myself and I pay to that acknowledgement by allowing myself to enjoy what I create.
Today I share some poetry, tomorrow art, and within the week Joel and his wife in Forget-Me-Naught, Detective Adams in Stuck, and Mrs. Nogare in a revised ‘A Student and a Question’.
Hope you enjoy the poems and the music.
Close
The lamenting and grief, the darkness that undertakes a remorse unseen.
Remorse, remorse, show your recoiling, show an utter rejection to the becoming.
You call to the blight, to the vapid sponge of heart, slay away the wonder, deny the tender.
Nay, slam shut forgiveness, hold your hate, it stokes your fire, let it feed you to your heart’s desire.
Bring damnation, vilify the work, that effort, take me and be done. But be no more, fall to the shadow, fall to the dark, let it be.
Finding Isolation
The quiet alarm, fingers tingle, and voices emit from the hundred screens, the conversations a tit for tat with smiles for laughs.
There’s that music stealing and that constant barking, the haunting reminding that there comes dying. That quiet alarm, grab at the tree, grab at the fog, grab for a darkened bitter to shake the heart awake, bring a cognizant hate for what it can never be. And that it has to be.
Take the steps, take it to own, that conversation unknown, now come to shudder and think how it’d be with no one, some one, some thing other than the shadow it gives, the image a snarl that gleams through the washing of mirrors, of the reflection to that unknown.
Repeat
I stumble, no, I fall to perish alone, I fall to become my own. I stand not knowing my left from right.
Whether I’m coming or going, I wouldn’t know, wrapped within this ouroboros, all for a tomorrow that will never grace us.
History repeats mistakes like the undead, to come again, again, again, again, again.
Striving to commit, aiming for the arrow atop Mount Sinai, only to tumble, and carry over to repeat.
Repeat, again, repeat again. The repetition becomes a coaxing measure that keeps me here, keeps me going like the pinked ears on the screen.
To repeat again.
Up
We don’t look up, do we never take the time to take a glance? Through the night the silence envelops, caresses, and I ask that you tilt your head back to embrace the Moon, let it reverberate through the electric sensation I sense from afar.
I howl with that glow, howl for the scent of your fingers reaching up toward the guiding light, I howl.
My bones ache, the heart it swells and I yearn for you. Can we look up to that Moon, to the light it has etched for the trail ahead? May we look up to feel one another, may we look up to be connected, to feel the electric, the sensations that wrestle with nature? Let us look up together so I may see your heart.
I howl to the moon, to feel you, to breathe in the fading essence of beauty and love, I howl to the moon, to the moon for you. I howl.
To Tell
I’d like to say I’m sorry, that I knew what I was doing, that the cage I put myself in was alabaster and gleaming decorated and comfortable.
I would love to tell you that I’m free, that this cage though translucent has me feeling the surroundings.
I would love to tell you.
That the opaque aire has me reminiscent of ancient time, a memory far stolid and etched within my grain.I
I Would Love to tell.
C’est la vie
Good night, and very much a good morning. Good morning and what a phenomenal night to come. I truly hope the best for anyone that ever breathes, and pray that life is gracious and effortless and making it yours.
Nosce Te Ipsum
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