The Shimmering Self

So hard to believe my material self
                                           is the very least of me,
not meant to accompany me
                                           into eternity.

Over the centuries, I've grown so very
                                                      very
                                             intimate
with my curves and lines,
with my cracks and groans,
with my nails and toes,
with my hair, and every
crevice of me.
So very hard to believe my physical
                                           disposability.

( with gratitude to The Happiness Rx )

And yet, when breathing deep,
I find my shimmering self exceeds
my mortal limits, is only impeded
by my body's desires, but smiles
              compassionately at my body's
needs for snacking on the fruits of the earth --
                air and sea, wine and bread,
                you and me
                together --
gentle pastimes of the time
we spend clasped in this earth's embrace.

But if one sincerely meditates
one finds the lines of our bodies
only hold us close; we seek to fly,
and we can fly
infinitely.

(photo by Makropoulos)

Why
is it that we fear our dying?
It is because the body
which is a somatic entity
loves the vibrancy
                   the spirit endows it with.


The body is, essentially,
a parasite that sucks the life
off the spiritual source
that created it.
No sin in that, we live mutually,
striving to see clearly
                         the duality
               of each and all.

~ ~ ~

Now what the hell
             you may implore
does this have to do
               with the cost of oil,
               the unending wars,
               the embittered child,
               the Tony awards,
               with Barack Obama,
               or with Mitt or George?
               With the rising debt
               with the setting empire
               with Madonna's tit
               or the unpredictable weather?

With all the awful news today
Why is it that this is all
                I can say?


Because it is all I can say.

It's hard to believe,
yet it may be time
to believe
that our materials selves
are the very least of we
not meant to accompany
us
into eternity.

nature

(Huffington Post: "Human Induced Ocean Warming" )

Anonymous, aka: Makropoulos

( globalvoices )

My name is Anonymous;

I just walked past you,

but you didn't

see me.

I was born to blend in,

and named to be unnamed --

If I 

were sitting next to you

you wouldn't notice

me;

if I were speaking

you would interrupt --

it's not

that you can't hear me;

it's rather

that my words 

appear irrelevant.

I would love to be heard,

but my fate 

is 

not to be.

I am woman;      I am disabled

I am blonde;             I am shy

I am brown;                                 I was once abused--

I am homely              I am fat

I am poor     

I collect your garbage

                                                   I am an open bruise.

I can't read    ,           I am male

I used to work

in a factory, and

now I don't work at all.

My name is Anonymous;

I just walked past you.

( wikipedia(anonymous))

My name is Anonymous,

but when I'm alone

I sing like a bird

I write words that seer

I design all my own clothes

I paint perfect portraits

I built my own home.

I touch people gently

I heal aching bodies and heart;

I love my children dearly

and refuse

to abuse

again.

I listen to you carefully, and

believe that what you say is true.

I cry alone at night

and speak a language known by few.

My Name Is Anonymous.

I just walked past you.

My Name is Anonymous,

but my name is Makropoulos

and I beg you not

to take my words not

to take my songs.

They are mine;

yet they belong

to all the world

Don't Know Much About Money . . . . (Breaking Even)

I never won at the game of Monopoly

and at Life, I always

broke even,

But that is, after all,

all we really need to do,

isn't it? 

:

square our debts

before we die,

love our friends

and family

unselfishly, and hopefully,

receive equal love in return.

What more can we give and take

during our time on this domain?

( museumofplay )

Obviously, for a long time, some people in this world have opted to give

and take

a hell of a lot more than that.

This morning, right after I heard a brief accounting of 

yesterday's trepidatious Wall Street plummet,

NPR broadcast a story about 

The State of the Economy in Spain:

Flat Line.

The juxtaposition of these two stories might cause 

a listener to conclude one of three things.

Well, actually, one might take the stance, 

Well, I have a job (trust fund, unemployment, disability, healthy retirement, etc. . . )

so this has nothing to do with me.

OR 

one might conclude one of the following three things:

1.  Sure it's bad here, but it could be worse; it could be Spain.

or

2.  Sure it's bad here, and hold on tight, it can get worse; look at Spain.

or

3. We are in a global crisis and it's not anywhere near over yet,

and it might look pretty dismal everywhere

before it ends.

I will preface the following contemplation by saying

I am NOT an Economist.

I sincerely do NOT understand Wall Street or High Finance,

and I should probably keep my mouth shut, my pen still,

and leave this type of blogging to those who really know

what they are talking about.

I should, but I won't.  After all, the economists of the world

are not doing a very good job of fixing things,

so what the heck, why shouldn't I take a stab at it?

~ * ~

My overall observation and conclusion is that this is a global crisis, and we

have to stop sticking our fingers in our ears and singing loud.   

What is happening in Spain is impacted by what happens in the USA,

and visa versa.  In other words, there are Macro forces at work

that span beyond nations.  In the 21st Century, where someone

in India can read my words seconds after I press "POST", we have to begin

thinking of things in global terms.  I suspect economists know this, and they are working

on refining equations and strategies for balancing global economies

and crises, but it's a relatively new field, and while they are probably 

silently trying to make deals and fix things, national economies are

Titanicking.

( 24flinching )

And the suffering occurs most visibly locally.

"Locally" in this schema, can include "nationally;" however,

I'm guessing that in the next 100 years (or maybe just 50)

the notion of the sovereign nation state will lose its solvency,

and it will go the same route as feudalism, monarchy, empire

and other antiquated forms of dividing and ruling territory.

As they say in the NPR story on Spain,

it's the middle ground, the middle class, that is disappearing,

and that is, in this shifting global economic topography,

equivalent to national power.

In this emerging global economy, while the notion of nations loses relevance,

the more Micro notion of the "local" will return to currency.

Unfortunately, as the Macro has evolved as a dominant force,

the local has taken a terrific beating.  Consider this: in the USA, first

the Big Box stores put local merchants out of business; now it's interesting to note

that the Big Box stores are being conquered by online stores.

( Time-Moneyland )

Simultaneously, it appears to me, that (for instance)

that local Mom n' Pop store with the fabulous apple butter they make

from the apples picked in their orchard is becoming more appealing

to us (in the USA in particular, though this may be true elsewhere,

as well) again, because

a.) we know those people; they lost their other job, just like we did;

b.) we know their apples and their orchard.  We used to play in it

when we were kids, and in fact, our son now helps pick those apples;

c.) we trust them;

and

d.) it may even help us, especially since I just invented a new form

of apple peeler made out of old tin cans that Mom n Pop

love to use -- they even sell it in their shop!

What's even better is the butter could also be sold on line,

if Mom and Pop are computer proficient.  If not,

the neighbor can send their son over and help them;

he's a whiz at computers.

( dianasaurdishes )

My own humble solution to our current crisis, then, is simple:

Leave the messes of the world to world leaders, and

Buy Locally.

Do what you can to make sure your neighbors have jobs. 

Support their stores and talents.  This means, among other things,

that we needn't push every kid to go to college: if he's a mechanic,

celebrate his talents, take your car to him, and pay him well if he fixes it well.

If she really does fingernails well, go get your nails done!  And if that

far-sighted child with the thick glasses is really smart,

celebrate her, encourage him, educate them, 

and don't hold them back if they opt to develop their skills

someplace else.  

They will come home to you again.

They may even decide to stay home if they can see

that helping at home can ultimately

help everyone.

In this Micro-Macro vision, 

the Micro (the local) is everything you can walk to or ride a bike to,

and the Macro is everything you can find on your computer,

which is pretty much everything.

And there is a fluidity between the two.

~ * ~ * ~

Well, I suppose this is a pretty naive response to a major economic catastrophe,

but it's the meager thought I had 

while I listened to the radio this morning.

And it's not original.  Just do a Google search on "buy local"

and you'll find others who agree.

I am no fool: I know that neither I alone,

nor you alone,

nor Barack Obama alone,

nor Anyone Else alone

can save the world from Eternal Financial Damnation,

but 

we can each try our damnedest to make sure

our neighbors and friends and family members have a roof over their heads,

companionship,

self-respect,

and dinner tonight.

That we can do.

And I dare say if everyone took responsibility for that, well, 

perhaps we could turn this economic disaster

into lemonade

or apple butter.

After all, when it all comes right down to it,

when we reach our final moments

here in this earthly life,

we will probably be most satisfied if we each can say

we broke even.

(rat-race-escape-artists )