Worry not about crumbs; they’ll become something new.
Fret not about loss. Nothing ever will be.
Worry not about Forever. You are living it.
Employ the vision of the inner eye.
What shall you change?
What must be altered?
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.
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.
PHOTOGRAPHY BY SANDRA SCHOU
The Texture of Mud Pies
As a child I enjoyed licking the bowl after mother completed the first few stages of making chocolate pudding. At first my focus was on the gooeyness of the not-yet cold, not-yet chocolate pie but eventually it was about texture. I was so thoroughly conditioned to the cross-linked experiences that I had trouble understanding why mud pies tasted so wicked-bad.
I still make mud pies.
THE TEXTURE IS SO MISLEADING.
On display for all to see who were able,
”It is eye”
Said the natty, gnat, gnat on the nose of the fly
Who was perched on the nose of an irritable guy; “Take that”.
And the irritable man, he swatted away
At the fly on his nose,
And the gnat (there he goes),
As his world went awry, said “goodbye”.
And the irritable man with the tie in his hand
Completed the Windsor knot.
And tucking at this and that around the collar until satisfied that “handsome is as handsome does”
(He loved this tie a lot),
Except for the spot
Where the fly had landed.
So happy he was that the fly was now gone. (the fly never really knew what hit him on the return approach).
The gnat by the way, was just that, In The Way.
And the hand of the man went SWAT once again
And returned to the view in the glass in the lav
And perfected the knot in his Brooks Brothers tie and said “Dang,
I’m a handsome man.”