Reading ‘NO MIND ME’ most likely has you wondering about my state of mind (Is he slipping?)
Yes, but no; and how is that/this?
This is sort of my FaceBook page, but called MindBook. Thinking about this word, MindBook, I went to Godaddy and found mindbook blogdspot The man is a great writer, check it out, worth a visit.
I thought MindBook like FaceBook, the domain is already taken, but no one seems to have capitalized on the name yet by creating a new site: MindBook, the Facebook for high minded folks?
Many changes for my mind this year this year (2011)
Some good some not so good some great some bad but I keep on rolling on with a real smile.
If you read the NO MIND ME page, and got this far… I feel obligated to elaborate on who are these different aspects of this man, my writing, my thinking, my observations and on and on.
However I am busy and have to get other projects finished up first but here is a quick bit of…
‘I’ am who got me this far. I am the one who set the course of my life, for better or for worse this is me. The writing about who is this me and do I or we even exist and if I or we do who are we and who is the ‘I’ that speaks for its supposed self? Sounds confusing and it is but I love reading about and living Advaita “…There is no one here. This is not a figure of speech. I mean there is truly no one here, no person, no individual speaking to you.” …the duality of life, well... I am really out of time so let me post a writing that I recently read with a link to the whole article for you to check out if you feel the desire;
“What is Advaita, or nonduality? Advaita means nondual or "not two." This oneness is a fundamental quality of everything. Everything is a part of and made of one nondual consciousness. Often the question arises, "If it is all one thing, why don’t I experience it that way?" This is confusing oneness for the appearance of sameness. Things can appear different without being separate. Just look at your hand for a moment. Your fingers are all different from each other, but are they separate? They all arise from the same hand. Similarly, the objects, animals, plants and people in the world are all definitely different in their appearance and functioning. But they are all connected at their source—they come from the same source. This one Being that is behind all life has an infinite number of different expressions that we experience as different objects.” From: http://endless-satsang.com/advaita-nonduality-oneness.htm
The projects: learning how to use my new iPod Touch, assembling my art project a year long Xmas tree without the tree, hanging a heavy drape (with able bodied help) closing off my music room to muffle the sounds of my playing around with my electric Bass guitar not disturbing the neighbors, get the new lettuce plants into the soil, drill holes in my shower seat for the excess water to drain into the tub, fix the gate to keep Rufus my dog on the deck, read more of ‘1Q84’ Haruki Murakami, and ‘Help’ the two novels I am reading. Another book that I read regularly is Perfect Brilliant Stillness
I’ll be back soon with some writing of my own with descriptive words & phrases of insight into who and what I am or think I am or what I am not. I am a player of words, love reading love music love nature love intimacy love life love good conversation love open honesty love kissing love trust love laughter love good films love dogs love my small box garden below and why I love being here and why am I really here...
Be back soon,
Gary - dec 4.11 - garysgood@gmail.com
Do not have a TV connection… Tobacco smoke annoys me…
Do not participate in consumer holidays… Politicians annoy me…
Do not know mush of anything… Oil burning vehicle exhaust annoys me...
Do not agree with American drug laws… Cow-pies fine but bullshit annoys me…
Eco poetry
by Pat Mora
Bosque del Apache Wildlife Refuge
if the earth's old bones smile
I hear them
in the hush of this greenless forest
shining up to the gray clump of salt cedar
to black swords of mesquite
to the grace of grasses, yellow, rust
if the earth's old bones smile
I hear them shining
to strange chirps and clatters
to strange birds with necks that flow and flow
Canadian geese, sandhill cranes
stirring the air, stirring the air
if the earth's old bones smile
I hear them shining
in pools, in the mallard's green shimmer
in the startled FLAP
filling the blue with a whirl white
silent, vast
then dip of black tip
snow geese, snow geese
if the earth's old bones smile
I hear them
shining in the white of the majestic crane
the great Whoop
white neck flowing, flowing
into desert grasses
white flowing
into the smile of old bones.
from: Pat Mora
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