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When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps his purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth
tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it’s over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it’s over, I don’t want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened
or full of argument.

I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.

 

*Nb.  In  honor of  Robert J.  Zary.   You    certainly   were  a  lion of  courage, and   precious  to the  earth . God  speed , Bob!

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Today,  I am  sad.  I   just  found out  that  a  brother *  (* Bob)  of a  dear friend  of  mine  ,  died this  week. He  was only  64.    A  life  ended   too  soon. I    didn’t  know this person well,    but   still,   I weep for that  unfulfilled   life  that  didn’t come to  fruition.   (  this   post is  dedicated to  both    BOB  and   DIANE  (  the   music  nazi) .~  KMK

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That time
I thought I could not
go any closer to grief
without dying

I went closer,
and I did not die.
Surely God
had his hand in this,

as well as friends.
Still, I was bent,
and my laughter,
as the poet said,

was nowhere to be found.
Then said my friend Daniel,
(brave even among lions),
“It’s not the weight you carry

but how you carry it –
books, bricks, grief –
it’s all in the way
you embrace it, balance it, carry it

when you cannot, and would not,
put it down.”
So I went practicing.
Have you noticed?

Have you heard
the laughter
that comes, now and again,
out of my startled mouth?

How I linger
to admire, admire, admire
the things of this world
that are kind, and maybe

also troubled –
roses in the wind,
the sea geese on the steep waves,
a love
to which there is no reply?

Another  favorite  from  a  cherished,  noble  poet.

In my house lives the most beautiful wild animal.
Bus she is sad.
She has lost her forest.
She has lost her tribe.
Her very language is almost gone, dissolved
in sorrow and disuse.
What can you do to comfort such a creature?
She stares out of the windows and longs to go somewhere —-
but where?
The nothingness of the days exhausts her.
Have you ever seen an animal weep?
When I touch her she looks at me with that
lost world in her eyes —
hopeful, but trembling.

Desiderata ~ Max Ehrmann

Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender, be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others,
even to the dull and ignorant; they too have their story.

Avoid loud and aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain and bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.

Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs, for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection. Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the counsel of the years, gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

Therefore be at peace with God, whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations, in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace with your soul. With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.

Awesome Feynman

Well  worth   watching,    if even   only  a  few  minutes….

 

Someone from  one of  my FB    Neville  groups  posted this and it is SO   cool, and   mind blowing,  and   REAL,  that if  everyone understood this  concept,  I   believe :

A. so  many  people would  start  having more FUN in their lives

2.   science would    no longer be thought of as  “boring”

3. people would start  KNOWING  how  powerful we  really are as   individuals….

4.  and last   but not least….    “new” worlds would  be  uncovered,  revealed,  embraced.   Rock  Solid  Gold  here!!!

I  LOVE  NEVILLE  AND  RICHARD  FEYNMAN.

 

“Here recently – when I say recently – 1949,
one of our great scientists discovered a certain principle
in physics, and these are his words, not my words,
but long before he discovered it and told it in this strange way,
I told him, to the criticism of those who heard what I was saying.

They said,

“The man is insane.”

I said, I can go in time into a state that is not yet realized,
and I can live in that state as though it were true,
and then I can return to this state that I have shut out for a moment,
and then, in a way that I do not know, I move forward
across a series of events leading up to the fulfillment of that state.

And a man in Milwaukee
– he was the head of this chemical department of a huge,
huge organization – Allis Chalmers.

He was their great physicist, where they sent in all kinds
of samples of water from all over the world for his analysis,
to explain why they were getting sediment on the huge,
big turbines that they were making.

And so, he analyzed the water and then sent back
his analysis of the water, because water picks up
the little sediments across the land that it flows over.

And so, if they bring certain things – well,
it cakes within the thing, so he tries to explain why.

So, when I said what I have just told you, he said,

“It can’t be done.

We have a law in science, which we call entropy.

Entropy is:

“you cannot change the past; that the past is unalterable.

Man is moving forward in time with an unalterable past.”

I said, “You can change the past.

Man can revise the past,
and change it as though it never happened.

The day will come,
everyone is going to change the entire past, and simply revise it.”

He said,

“It can’t be done.

I am a scientist.

I am the leader in my profession.”

Well, he was big enough to send me a copy of that which came
out in the Science Bulletin about two months after I left Milwaukee,
and this is what the scientists said – he had just been given
the Nobel Prize for what he wrote in 1949.

His name is Dr. Richard Feynman,
now Professor of Physics at Cal-Tech.

And in this magazine he wrote,
months after I told the story in Milwaukee, and he said,
discussing a little particle – an atomic particle known as a positron:

He said,

“The positron starts from where it hasn’t been,
and it moves to where it was a moment before;
arriving there, it is bounced so hard, its time sense is reversed,
and it moves back to where it hasn’t been.”

Now that is Professor Feynman of Cal-Tech.

I said, I go forward in time to where I have not yet visited physically,
and I simply enclose myself in the feeling of the wish fulfilled.

I haven’t yet realized it physically, but I go forward in
my mind’s eye, in my imagination, into the state,
and I talk with my friends from the wish fulfilled as though it were true.

Then I open my eyes and I am startled to find that
I am sitting in a chair where I was a moment before.

And what I have just done is denied by my senses,
but strangely enough, the whole vast world reshuffles
itself and forms a bridge of incidents, across which
I move to the fulfillment of that state where I have been.

So, he said,

“It starts from where it hasn’t been,
and it moves to where it was an instant ago.

Arriving there, it is bounced so hard that its time sense is reversed,
and then it travels back to where it hasn’t been.”

Well, I knew that mystically.

I am not a scientist.

I could not explain it.

The little positron does this as he described it back in 1949.

And for that, last year he was given the Nobel Prize.

They waited all these years to confirm it,
and it has been confirmed now photographically in all the
chambers that they could actually test, and the man was right.

BUT I WAS RIGHT BEFORE THAT!!!

But I had no little particle to prove it.

I only know what I did.

I simply would put myself in a state,
and I would see the world as I would see it if it were true.

I looked, and I saw it,
and my friends smiling with me because they were
happy that I achieved what I said I would achieve.

And so, they were smiling with me.
And then I opened my eyes, and my friends aren’t present.

I am back in my room, and it’s the same old room,
the same limitations, the same everything.

But then, in a way I did not know, this little bridge of incidents
was built, and I went forward to fulfill what I had done.

I went forward and I did what I wanted to do.

And then I started from where I had not been
physically, and sped back to where I was physically;
and then I was bounced – shocked – that it wasn’t true.

I was bounced so hard that I then turned around in my time
sense and moved back to fulfill where I had been in my imagination.

Now, the issue is October the 15th.

It’s called the Science Letter.

You can get it in the Library.

It’s by Richard Feynman – October the 15th, 1949.

And this happened to me in the month of
May in the City of Milwaukee.

And when it came out to him, because he subscribes
to the Science Letter, he sent it to me, and I got it some time
around December of that year; but I said it to him back in May
of that year. I didn’t get the Nobel Prize.

They would have called me mad – completely mad.”

Neville Goddard
IF YOU CAN REALLY BELIEVE
6/15/1970

Boxes and gifts

““Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this too, was a gift.”
~ Mary Oliver