Son of Bravery
A corgi: Named, Thor.
Thor had an interesting life as a puppy.. A young couple ‘sold’ him to us.
Soon, bitten by a rattlesnake, and then cactus thorns, and then came Sobo, god of Thunder (and a bit of rock-and-roll)
Thor just got a piece of apple as everyday there is an apple moment.
Though, before retreating to the seat where piano music is made,
he peeked up and over and yep, the loyal little fella,
smiled at me.
was gonna try, you know
no words
but then
(I fucking hate the word, but.)
‘and’ then
I couldn’t resist.
human
having written many words in many ways about many meanings from the moment of the first doodle until this body has died has been an exercise in futility.
what was/is really was nothing more than what this body needed to express. there was a brief belief in hope that hope would bring the change needed instead of the room filled with old bodies filled with dusty old memories.]
the tank is empty as it needs to be, empty until the fumes of fuel once full of powerful explosive actions has been replaced with the hollow void of a sterile echo.
to write this now brings clarity.
absolute clarity with humans understanding of God, of time, of the belief in self, of hope. A clarity so vivid it contains detailed moments of time so real life itself embraces the ‘life’ of illusions.
Reality? Ha, (a real subtle laugh. not haughty or full of pride.) What humans worship as reality is really, truly, a bit more than illusion and a whole lot of dreamlike acceptance of what really is NOT real. maybe some would call it fantasy or makebelieve.
So, what is not a living dream of illusion, fantasy?
Life is real, of this there is no doubt as even life can overcome absolutely everything real or unreal.
God of course is more than a word for hope, more than an illusion. God is so much more (but, I hate the word but) but God is also a simple word for life. Father/Mother. Giver of Life. Maker of Life. Tender of Life. God is a word for what i came to understand the very first time i ‘died’. And i have died in ways, means, times so many ‘times’ the number is beyond count.
Evil of course is the ultimate illusion on this planet. A living, pulsing, entity of such horror it truly is beyond any understanding of humanity. Evil has one purpose and one purpose only…To destroy the belief of Life. Evil can never destroy Life but it can destroy the illusion humans have regarding life… One day, in a timeline strung along a symmetrical line much like the iron particles magnetized by opposite polarities, those new to the identity of life will remember.
i am sad today. Not for myself or you or even this planet. Planets are always in the struggle for birth/death. No, death has no power over me. Death is merely a tool for me to embrace for what it really is, the ultimate illusion.
i am sad at this moment because evil has bubbled into the unstoppable magnetic force of attraction. Sucking the particles faster than the wind can pull them apart. Lockstep in cadence the world, your world has decided to embrace death as a reality. A reality of atomic weapons, biological disease, bullets, horror,…
Hate. Pure hate so pure even i think it to be real, thus the sadness.
As it is it will become
As it becomes the reality will become obvious
As it becomes obvious, the pain will once more embrace hope
i smile now at a question i already know the answer to… Will you look at hope as if it were death and thus an illusion?
Or
Will you look at hope knowing full well the final understanding of Life?
Tomorrow, a beautiful day, a day of smiles. The sadness will depart as it will have served its purpose today.
To witness an act of kindness from a stranger to another stranger without saying a word, and then to see the stranger disappear.
Why?
Ha. Or should I say, hehe?
To own a dog, a corgi to be specific.
Energenic, funny, joyful canine beasts.
They are there when you need them, the then still there when you are not.
What?
Blog?
I thought you asked why you own a dog?
“Hello.”
“What? you can talk?” A very surprised red spider exclaimed.
“Of course. Your name is Fred. You are a bit weird for a spider but you have been kind to flowers lately.”
(as an inside scoop, Fred is indeed a red spider and recently inhaled some dry lavender; complimenting the flower with immense respect)
“How did you know? Who are you?”
“Me? well, I’m merely a voice from the wind. Here, let me help you fly as you spin your web.”
i am much more than one, much, much more.
not better or worse
and the feelings?
Think all. Every feeling you are feeling, and you, and you and you, you, you, they, them, those, everyone…
To feel an evil so powerful just the thoughts can destroy a world.
To feel a joy so pure and peaceful, it can create life.
There are no hidden thoughts, feelings, moments, time, life, death for me.
Now, you might be feeling that this is bullshit right now? i too feel that.
You might feel this is profound wisdom? i feel that.
As for one teeny tiny part of what I am allowed to feel…
Full. The eggs benedict for dinner was a success. As for watching the new Project Runway episode, it makes me feel nauseated.
and those especially that hate
and those who despise Catholics,
they/those/them must be giddy with excitement about the slaughter of two children during the celebration of a mass (church service for those not knowing what mass is)
Abortion is legal and millions of babies are slaughtered while those that hate smile and act so proud.
Why write this shit?
Because I pay WordPress for the means of expressing whatever the fuck it is I want to express.
Humans are evil with some showing brief moments of hope for humanity.
And what really is evil is when one christian group, lets say, seven day adventists and just about every other organized and unorganized religion hate Catholics.
Hate
Hate
Hate
and yet…
Ironically, all those haters think they will find love…
amazing.
Romans 12:19 is a fitting passage as I am unable to act on my anger, I and i have found love and Love…
But for now I plan on bitching about it until this body turns to dust.
as for being a child and watching television, I grew up without television. So the big screen was plowing fields and farming from the age of 8. 1-7 involved work but back then work was play.
driving tractors. fishing in the creek. riding horses. driving mother crazy. making dad smile.
a child in America those many years ago was a giant screen of colorful wonder, excitement, learning and joy. it also was an era that when I willfully fucked up I would get a sounding and impactful whack on the noggin which is far better than any television show today.
Robin Lipinski 