Symphony of Unconditional Tough Love

Posted on June 26, 2015by 
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i love life now..
every now..
all the
time now..
and sure being
retired  is a big pArt of that…
as i am ONE with  control over my life
NOW
with ALL NATURAL GOD of ALL THAT IS..
the system of culture that is driven by a society that breeds humans
into cogs of a machine to keep the society going which is necessary..
but hard for true human freedom is NO LONGER IN CONTROL OF ME..
but still for decades at work.. my life is pleasurable in connection with other human beings.. as truly that Love Connection with other humans and the rest of nature that is GOD as whole.. is the most important aspect of human happiness…
BUT ANY WAY..
tHere is no doubt in my mind that i for one
am the happiest human in the world..
as i only grow happier each now..
with a free spirit
of living connection
with humans
and the rest of Nature
in all positivity of kind and tough love way of life
truly in touch with the reality that the GOD of Nature
evolves humans in a way of sharing and giving.. with kind courage.. and not storing material items as goals for human happiness ..where tools of humans become the flesh.. and the flesh dies a lonely death in the tools of the system of culture that can take human away from eyes of GOD gifted to human…
So i carry on.. and share all of me everywHere i go.. and no it is
NOT JUST OJOY MIRRORED AS YOLO OF..
You Only Live ONCE.. IT IS YOLN..
You Only Live NOW
AND NOW IS
FOREVERMORENOW..
FROM WAKE TO FINAL RESTING EYES
OF SLEEP IN DEATH FOR THOSE
who live every now as the truth of existence forever now..
in imagination and creativity.. in mind and body balance..
of greaTEST growing tough love ways of expanding conscious awareness
as ONE with subconscious archetypes of shared human mind..
heArt.. and soUl expressed as spiRit..
as truly ONE race of humans connected
as hive of loving eyes..
from the beginning of creation
to now of human eyes
of i WiTH GOD
of
NatURE TRUE..:)
The greaTEST lesson of my life is that age is just a concept.. a measure of skin..
of bones.. of flesh.. of walking speed and strength.. but youth is without limit..
a measure of the soul.. heart.. expressed as spirit..
and honestly what i find most now..
is that when heart lives light
as spirit expressed for
soul more fully
alive..
even those material things
of skin.. bones.. flesh.. speed..
and strength are revived as well
as total soul of human being manifest
as temple of God in form as well.. so to
live bright in emotions from heart expressed
as spirit from soul.. is to live with a soul of GOD
that is only
now and
truly
never
ages
at all..
but don’t fret.. at 21 i FEEL 81..
at 47 i FEEL 105.. and
now at
55..
truly no
different than
sweet 16.. NOW..
THE power IS TRUTH
within.. culture will take
that higher power of GOD
away from US.. forever young
in spirit of NOW.. if we do not FIGHT
FOR LOVE until our last LIVING BREATH.
THE LOVE MUSCLE.. IS THE GREaTEST
MUSCLE
OF
ALL..:)
For a long time on this Blog.. I use the term Unconditional Love.. as a KIND of
highest expression of human heArt expressed as spiRit of the human soUl..
but truly THE ROSE of REAL LOVE AS humanly
evolved from Nature as i for one see GOD IS
Tough Unconditional Love that constitutes
all of social animal survival..
with thorns fully engaged
as Cross
of
Human
Challenge for Life..
And yes.. in the darkest coldest.. unfeeling parts of my life..
where a second is an eternity.. of hell.. with no emotions of faith..
hope.. or belief.. body almost dust from 40 days with only specks of sleep..
it is that TOUGH LOVE WILL for Survival.. all innate.. instinctual.. and intuitive
from the reptile part of my brain that carries me through.. same stuff that keeps
the snake moving and never ever giving up for survival.. too.. so yes..
it is the coiled snake that is the greatest survivor as human..
when life is experienced more numb than depression..
THAT Tough Love of SURVIVOR Snake can carry us
through the pits of REAL HUMAN HELL
never experienced before..
and i will ‘tale’ anyone that it is possible
to go to the lowest pits of REAL Hell.. and then rise
to places of happiness that only angels can dream of..
as demons before.. to rise out of hell.. to heaven..
AND truly a ‘story of Jesus’
that can apply
to most all
Human Beings
in Real Life Now…
the Mustard Seed of
LOVE.. faith.. hope.. and
belief that does not even
exist.. can grow great.. as seed shell
of Universe within.. HEAVEN IS NOW
for those who survive and thrive WITH
THORNS OF LOVE ROSE FULLY
EXPOSED
IN
LOVE
OF
LIFE AS
UNCONDITIONAL
TOUGH LOVE FOR NOW..:)
So with all that said.. FOR NOW..
here are sixteen sweet memories
inspired by the sweet people
of
dVerse
International
Online
Poet’S Pub
wHere eyes
of different
fly alive in
heART
of poetry
SOuL
EXPRESSED
AS
SPiRiT
in
!REAL TIME NOW!
Ah.. the dance of love goes on in memories of roads gone past…
for me the dance of love past is best experienced in the balms
of beach nights.. moonlit and with hotel lights.. as well..
these words take me long past to dark hair ..bright teeth
innocent eyes where the eyes are mine.. and the
hair and teeth are for a love willing to
be that i have no idea
how to touch in
dance or
not.. too
shy is me
for then…:)
Ha.. no father at home… mother with
no rules.. free home.. no chores..
no duties.. just be free..
no allowance..
but with trust
enough in love
to get a job and do it all..:)
Oh.. no.. the complicated realities of a culture
and responsibilities so complex that there is never
time to see the forest for the trees.. and for me..
it brings back memories of decades of work life
and duty bound home life worlds.. where the only
time to reflect on who i even am as a human soul..
are on bi-annual journeys in transit to see family
members across state.. and the occasional hurricane
that shuts down the information overload of a culture gone truly insane..
ah.. i escape now.. into the best of times..
now..:)
Oh.. even living at home.. one can escape home and no longer know home..
my home is beach as well when young but work takes the time away to visit
beach for decades more.. going back in 2008.. finally after work almost
takes me down.. i remember but cannot get that feeling of home in beach again..
but finally i go back 2 years ago.. and find that home of beach within me
at beach or not.. realizing that home is where the spirit thrives.. alive..
in now.. with Love..:)
Ah.. the cold metal of a gun.. will never replace the strength of
a human heArt.. or even the strength to move a world with
courage.. oh.. the tools of human shine bright in power..
but fall short of
human soUl
expressed as spiRit
instead of guns and mirrors
of heart
up
in
smoke..
in soulless wander
of spirit gone
in death
alive…:(
Ah.. a fort of strength in courage of pain gone past
in scars of present.. is what every father should
teach a child to grow strong in knowing all the pitfalls
of life without being quiet.. to shield a soul from truth..
oh.. i looked for this in my father’s eyes for
guidance.. hoping for it decades
in bi-annual visits.. but it only
comes in eyes
of me in
present tense
of coming
through..
scars of
present
tense
challenge..:)
Ah.. young love lives young when free and young.. with youth
welling in spirit free of new alive.. in sensuous delight
of living flesh.. oh to renew.. to live again..
in now.. in ecstatic delight.. of flight..
i find that within..
with willing
mate
or not..
smiles..
life is long..
but life is good..
even without THAT..
to breathe is enough for me..:)
Amazing how the bread of life today.. is taken so for granted..
when a staple of life and communion in life of past
is present.. in staple of wheat..
a way to thrive.. in fields
of grain.. stamped alive
into souls
of
eyes..
grown
old and new..:)
Ah yes.. for me
in the beginning.. dark..
then light.. then dance
or movement.. then song
or sound.. inspiring movement
once more.. INfinity loop *8*
of NOW.. and somewHere
along the song and
dance comes
humans
and
poetry
to
scribe alight!..
with dark
pens
of
knowledge
in LIGHT
ALIVE!..:)
Loves gone past..
chances missing
after the love is gone..
where does love live..
i hope.. i feel.. i love..
i am aLive..
i’m love..:)
Connections of love growing generation to generation of eyes
that mirror us.. oh love.. oh time.. oh past.. ah.. present
now.. wHere love finds time always now
to live
with
us..:)
Ah.. walk with shoes of town crier.. black smith blues..
village idioms of delight.. oh.. to know.. to feel..
the shoes of old.. that feel no pain..
hmm.. to smile with eyes
of free that
only
know
heal..
and nice to hear
Lynn with two
N’s.. as Lynn is
my best friend
from high school..
and we tie at number
11.. in school smarts
too.. hmm.. i miss Lynn..
funny how memories of
Love can come back too..
and no that can’t be you..
as her last name is Wood..
smiles.. with her minister husband..:)
Oh.. the last moments of life
..are filled with the love we give..
to spend a life in loving..
is to fill every moment..
with the last
moment of Love..:)
Voices of women subjugated at the hands of ‘Jesus’ in master of
man instead of Lover.. walk quietly into the night of horror leaning
life.. faces play.. as zombies.. in aisles of Super Walmart in my
town with the most churches per square mile..
oh.. the lonely hearts from men who
are bred as tough rather
than love.. do
carry on
a
vicious cycle of anti-christ hate..
oh.. the little boys who smile and laugh..
shall never be silenced by hard patriarchal
anti-christ stares.. when God lives in tough love
in their eyes.. instead of frenzy of hate.. To escape
this cycle alone as whole.. is to once again live with
EyEs of Free God staring into skies of limitless wealth
of being one with allone and never alone again.. dying
with eyes
of
hate..
tithing tax-free..
THRIVING ALIVE
WITH LOVE..:)
Oh.. this reality flows like a dream.. oh dream this reality.. when spirit dreams..
never growing old.. yes.. emotions are real.. emotions fire memory.. emotions
are us in all senses of delight.. to hold on to heArt.. is to live forever in
spiRit of SoUl now.. now cannot erase a time that truly is only relative
to a
state
of
body
and
mind
balance
of living
spirit youth..
always alive
from
wake
to
final sleep..
i don’t like to
analyze poetry
much.. but truly that is
beautiful in an instinctual
organic flow kind of way..:)
Ah.. yes.. all the archetypes of human mind and body in balance
shared.. as one race of humans from beginning to end..
sparks of then and now come one in symbols
or words from myths to science all
one in now.. of human emotions
reliving soul over and over
again.. in spirit
of living
now..
again and
again.. with
all as one.. the
essence of all of this
is real.. the symbols are
just shells for the real of all
inside.. insights of then as now..:)
2001
The only person who will possibly suggest
that THE AMERICAN FLAG be banned
is a person who does not value
AND UNDERSTAND FREEDOM.
There are no perfect freedoms.
There is no freedom withOUT cost.
Freedom is dirty.
Freedom is messy.
Freedom comes with many mistakes.
But never the less, go to a Muslim country
and live a while and come back here and
see what the flag means;
if then, it means nothing;
one is never free
here, to begin with.
AND TO be clear, I realize this is just a rhetorical question in response to
banning the Confederate Flag, where black folks are not free and slaves; but
I live in a country that allows me to do whatever the F I wanna do; how cool is that;
Super cool and flourishing in red, white, and blue.
The laws of the country ranging from local to state to federal
work for me; ’cause I am smart enough in both logic and
street smarts to make the laws work for me.
Some folks choose not to be free
in free countries like the U.S.;
and THAT
IS
Freedom too;
just like WILL and Choice;
no choice and WILL
IS
WILL AND CHOICE,
in free countries
like the U.S.,
at least;
so, I fly my flag of
Red, White, and Blue
freely wherever I go
with or without
a material
flag;
as the material
flag allows me to
do JUST THAT..:)
AND YES, my style of freedom
literally ‘BLOWS the pants and minds
off’ of some folks; but I exercise it
ALL THE WAY; and truly that is
the best way to honor all of
the flesh and blood warriors
of freedom I stand upon ON
BONES OF
FREE FLESH
AND
BLOOD..:)
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Looking out at how large the Universe is; looking at science and truly understanding how little of reality science is able to evidence and wrap ‘its mind around'; it is the height of amusement to me to see folks attempt to fit God; ALL OF GOD; in the way humans think.
And by the way; humans are a spectrum of thinking differently; experiencing emotions that emote humans in action differently; as well as experiencing much different sensory experiences of life through senses that are much more comprehensive in practice among some humans than others.
Honestly, if anyone thinks that knowledge is just data;
they are missing a substantial part of just the human being
experience in greater human potential.
To suggest a human
can wrap a mind around GOD
is no less illogical than to suggest a flea
can wrap its mind around a dog that the flea depends on for live giving blood.
So yeah; as metaphor humans, all humans truly see the force of all existence as blood; whether they see it or not with so called data or knowledge. Written down stuff is certainly data; however, lots of people cannot understand the simplest of metaphors or sarcasm, so obviously even written language is not objective.
Everything is subjective.
Subjective is the rule of human being,
as even science now shows that humans filter
most of their decisions through emotions
first before words even come on the ‘conscious front of mind’.
The truth is, some folks are aware of much more than words.
Words are just symbols for deeper meanings
of the emotional and sensory experiences of
human that range from numb
to a ‘full kaleidoscope’
of emotional and sensory experience.
As another metaphor some folks experience life
as shades of data and other folks experience life as hues of Art.
God is Art; one need look no further than a sunflower; a nautilus shell; a galaxy; or a curled cat to see the golden mean spiral that can flow from waves to the written metaphors of human being when flowing with GOD instead of against GOD in human contrived so-called ‘data order’.
Order is the illusion. Science is the illusion.
The ART of GOD is Reality.
‘Same reason’ that in the movie ‘Contact’
when Jodie Foster sees ‘God’
for the first time, she suggests
that they should have sent a poet
instead of a scientist to more fully
describe what the oneness of all things
looks like in human abstract metaphors of truth.
Science is a sketchy tool to describe what is observable
by limited human emotions and senses.
God is the masterpiece of all that some folks
sadly see much less of than others;
and science proves this out.
It doesn’t matter if
one calls ‘it’ GOD;
the ALL; All that IS; the Force;
the Great Spirit; Brahman; ONE;
the Alpha and the Omega; or just everything
put together and how it all works interdependently
as connected; never the less, ‘it is reality';
‘it’ has always been ‘reality’ for the smallest of human ‘eyes';
and long after human is gone this three letter metaphor
abstractly constructed by a poet somewhere down the line
in history will continue to exist; no matter what
‘little blood sucking fleas’ of human beings
have to say about it in words of art and or science.
It will always be folly to attempt to describe GOD
with science only eyes; fortunately some scientists like Carl Sagan
understood and understand ‘this'; and he while under the influence
of weed gained greater access to his poetic side of mind;
and puts ‘it’ into literature; and now
‘it’ exists forever as a kind of portal
on YouTube and other sources in video way.
Anyway, here ‘it’ is for reference for those with deeper eyes
like Carl Sagan to see greater truths than sketchy science can provide alone.
Some folks don’t need weed to ‘go to places’ like ‘this';
I for one am blessed this way,
by all natural GOD as
GOD lives in pArt within me;
expressed as spiRit coming straight from
the emotional and sensory heARt that fuels my sOul..:)
Some folks around here would love to shut me up;
as they understand none of this; those that do,
listen in the background,
as all interpreting
‘right-brain’
minds do.
I do both;
LEFT AND RIGHT,
as one FORCE;
‘THAT’ makes me ‘special’..;)
Jodie Foster likely would have invited me
on ‘her trip’, in ‘real life'; and not ‘the movie’..;)
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