the choir of meadowlark hill

2 21 2013 The Tree

It began with a glimmer, a sliver of light.

In a matter of minutes the glow was right.

And the Meadowlark sang its song.

Another Lark………… another, again.

A feathery chorus was now on hand

 

As The Boy mimicked their song .

More Meadowlarks sang along.

And The Boy became a man.

 

The Year was not New. It was warm,

There was dew as the day took form

Like a voice from Heaven

The boy of eleven,

Joined the choir of Meadowlark Hill.

 

This morning was more than a day in the life,

This newborn man

Met the day now rife

With the pleasance of Trill

On The Hill of The Larks.

On The Hill of The Man.

A humble young Man

Said Thank You.

 

Thank You he said again.

Again and again and again.

By Lee Broom

Follow The Leader

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Follow The Leader

 

The best style is the style you don’t notice. Somerset Maugham

 

Follow the Leader,

A popular game

Better than anything known.

 

A Daisy Chain

Which leads to what?

A dull edge; to be honed.

 

Forget The Leader

Withdraw your Knife

And check its blade,

How keen?

 

How reliable?

Will it part

The Rarest from The Mean?

 

Now, to its sheath

Replace its Quick

Decisive, well honed Edge

 

And trust it, yes

To separate

The Morsel from the Bone.

 

Art Is All There Is and Love Is How It Came To Be

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Art Is All There Is and Love Is How It Came To Be

Everything in the Universe is made from the crumbs of something else.

Surely, this is the first rule of Creativity and Creativity must certainly be the first consideration in defining art.

And for those of us who have lived this Creative Experience, whether it be to suddenly hear the first words in a poem on its way into our reality or becoming aware of a business idea rising to the surface or perhaps caressing a piece of unfettered marble and feeling the sculpture hidden among its veins or Miracle of Miracles, helping to form a new person, whether by fertilizing an egg or stumbling through the agonizing pile of paperwork and interviews to adopt a child, the feeling that accompanies such Creative Endeavors is called Love.

WHEN COWS FLY (DID I GET THAT RIGHT?)

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When birds fly, when ants forage, when religions are born, when governments collapse, there is a principle involved; it has nothing to do with education, intelligence, with social history or for that matter, any noticeable measure of sanity. It is present in all group activity. It requires only the most basic instinctual fragment of decision-making. The leader of the pack “says” North, South, East or West. The pack members notice only the constituent to the left or the right and follow the observed movements. With starlings it is called murmeration. With cattle it is hanging out with the herd. With bees it is buzzin’ aroun’with yer buddies and with people it is the nod of a hundred heads to the command “Let’s get’er done.”

THE REST OF ME

The most beautiful of all emblems is that of God, whom Timaeus of Locris describes under the image of “a circle whose center is everywhere and circumference nowhere.” Voltaire on Timaeus of Locris on God.

THE REST OF ME

The Rest of Me is Fearless,

The Rest of Me is Loving,

The Rest of Me is Successful,

The Rest of Me is Giving,

The Rest of Me is ForGiving,

The Rest of Me ignores temptation, fear and emptiness.

To ignore The Rest of Me is like walking after sundown on an unlit street,
cursing the crutches which support my faceless image,
the excuses,
the justifications,
the incessant mutterings
and the clamor of conflict
intruding on the Beauty around me.

I need no crutches, nor do I curse them; I simply say “Yes” to The Rest of Me……..

I say “Yes” to The Rest of Me’

 

How much for that old pair of Shoes?

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How much for that old pair of Shoes?

He fumbled around for some change.

They’re not for sale, my friend, said she.

Well why are they there for all to see?

I’m trying to rearrange.

He wiggled his barefoot toes

And wiped his runny nose.

Rearrange what, the fellow inquired,

Those raggedy shoes are about to expire,

They’d go just fine with my clothes.

I see what you mean, said she,

I’ll give you these shoes for free.

Could I have some socks and maybe a shirt,

And a pail of water to shed some dirt?

I’m really a sight to see,

You’re not so bad, but yes.

I can even give you a vest,

There’s a pond nearby, you can take a bath

Here’s a towel to dry and my name is Cath.

He wanted to look his best.

Freddy’s my name, he said

But you can call me Fred.

On return he looked great.. Let’s celebrate,

We can get married, I’ll be your mate.

And she rearranged his head.

The Big Bang

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Eternity occurs in an instant.

The memory of all events begins simultaneously with the physical occurrence of the first event.

The Physical takes forever. The Memory of Forever occurs in an instant.

With the snap of Metaphysical Fingers, We  beget Our Great Self.

In the material world every event but the first one is (was / will be) a response to the one before it.

The memory of what we call the past, the present and all future events throughout eternity, the endless procession of all events is stored in a special place that we often call NOW.

Time is necessary only for the purpose of measuring those events  that  appear to give us meaning.

And so, speaking in the language of the material world, the result is total Memory which can thus be called Total Knowledge.

And so, speaking in the language of the material world, the result which is also called Total Knowledge may now be called the Source of all Love.

And though Love resides only in the immaterial world the material world may not progress without it for the material world must constantly be simultaneously devoured and defended which requires Fear which itself requires Love.

Time is unnecessary.

In Truth there is no first.

In Truth there is no last.

In Truth it is the same to say that all evolved as to say that all is creation..

The memory of Past, Present and Future events occurs in an instant.

The Future of life is Forever.

In Truth the words “was”, “is”,” first” and “last” offer no Truth.

In Truth, Time is an illusion.

In Truth All is Real.