Fighting for Peace!

(Sigh)...These squabbles and belittling each other won't get you anywhere. There's a thing called "indifference" and there's a thing called "prudence". Prudence consists of being indifferent to things which are too petty to be obliterating the higher view of one's own existence. Distractions.

Then there's "knowledge" and "wisdom". Wisdom consists of understanding where and how much the knowledge is to be applied.

Now the tricky part is that you can do this, i.e. use your knowledge prudently (or not use for that matter), when you have a constantly unobliterated view of higher level of your existence! However, it's not as tricky as it sounds because having that view is simply knowing the answer to the question: "Is it interfering with my peace of mind or priorities?" If the answer is YES, it's not worth involving in.

You can minimize the already loud "noises" ONLY by not adding to it yourself. You know it doesn't deserve the importance you are giving it at the expense of your own precious and limited time. And as you keep seeking to make this a peaceful place, with good and genuine intentions that you do have, to that, creating peace outside is NOT your job, achieving and sustaining it inside IS. Leave outside be.

Touching the light

In a stupor, drunken or otherwise, passing a finger through a thick cigarette smoke ring or a candle flame. Fast enough so as to not break the ring too much or burn my finger and slow enough to feel the weightless smoothness around my finger...Touching her skin makes me think of touching the lightness.

Then...on a lazy winter day, moving my hand from shade to a block of light formed by a sun-ray on a wooden floor. The hand not touching the floor but hovering slightly above it. I can sense the touch of the ray on my hand and the warmth of the wood below...Touching her skin makes me think of touching the light.

On "Movements"

...Do you not think that just "spreading the word" would be a harmful thing for the movement? I mean a lot of "wrong" people can be attracted to it, thereby triggering the same fiasco as have happened with all the movements in the history. By wrong I don't mean criminals or fanatics but I'm talking about that more common crowd of mindless, ignorant fools, born followers, the herders, the hanger-ons. This problem of wannabes and clueless hoards has always took everything, every revolution, every good intention and by their mere filthy blindness have turned it into "the world as we have today". I mean what is left that has not been tainted/corrupted by this swarm of locusts. Take anything...Religion, spirituality, philosophy, science, freedom, happiness, morality, politics, societies, responsibilities, patriotism, being practical, media, cultures...Hasn't the meaning and purpose of everything been distorted, turned upside down, inside out by their sheer lack of understanding the fundamentals coupled with that stinky urge of "contributing to causes", "giving back", "making a difference", "joining movements", "getting onto the bandwagon" as a redemption of whatever petty guilt they have gotten stuck to their little consciences. Isn't the world a mess that it is because of this only? I think more than anything else, this is one single cause responsible for the eventual decline or failure of every system, every revolution, every movement.

The fundamental mistake lies in thinking that numbers are what we need to bring something about, to make these movements successful. Whereas, it's not the quantity but the quality of people that should be the criteria, the base and aim for distributing such knowledge, sharing such information and asking for involvement. Mass movements will only end up in messy stalemates, leaving everybody frustrated, banging their heads on the wall not being able to figure out, "What the hell went wrong?!"

Casualties

Lying on the road, nearing the last breath,

Picturing the afterlife, waiting for the death.

Yet, the pain doesn't hurt, the bones don't ache,

The smile doesn't leave, the hands don't shake,

Our journey ended before we went the distance,

Funny way to go...to be hit by an ambulance.