21.3.23. Morning Coffee Notes by PD Lyons

On todays tray:

stories, energy, equanimity, democracy, boomers, oppression, religion , and coffee.

21 3 23

 

I have often told my self stories

Then believed them to be true simply because I was the one who told them

These have been the cause of all my suffering

 

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There is energy. There is us needing to identify these energies. To categorise, conceptualise, judge. The defining of energies makes us feel solid, in control. That’s why joy, peace, kindness usually seen as strength. Not like anger or hatred, these give us a delusion of being solid, strong. These mask our fear of not knowing who or what we might really be. Through them we pretend to know what we are – firm solid strong hero of our own story.

There is energy.

It needs no identification

In order to be

But it takes a bit of courage

To let go of the pretence of being solid.

 

Reading life like poetry expands your world

 

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EQUINIMITY = LIBERATION

 

There is energy.

Not

There is energy that is good

There is energy that is bad.

 

There are types

Tired energy

Joyous

Angry

Peaceful

Etc

Or

There is energy

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Whatever tells you

Don’t look

Don’t care

Don’t question

Don’t learn

Don’t love

Don’t live

That isn’t democracy or religion,

That’s oppression.

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True Democracy

See I was taught that democracy takes courage. The courage to allow the rights of the other. Not only their right to exist but their rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That it takes democratic courage to allow the other a voice, a choice, a privacy, an equality.

The belief that majority rules is erroneous with regards  to true democracy. Otherwise, everything depends on the personal belief of the many. This is only might makes right, this is not democracy. Democracy is the courage of all to allow the human and civil rights of all.

The question we should be asking people is – do you really want to live in a country where the your rights and the rights of others may justifiably be revoked every time the majority demographic shifts?

Today when I look at my country that’s what I  see. Rather than the nurturing of courage, it seems to perpetuate the right to bully, the right to instil fear, the right to make money at all costs, the right of might – with no regard for the amount of misery, tragedy, or instability it causes  its own citizens or the rest of world.

It has always taken extreme courage to be democratic. It still does.

 

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Boomerz

I live only in memory
The day to day does not inspire me
I only want to sit here think about what used to be.

Here only in my own home.
Locked doors, paid taxes, insurance policies, protect me.
TV,  petrol chemicals, nourish me.

People not like me outrage me.

by PD Lyons

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It is much easier to philosophise about pain

While it’s not active

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Morning Coffee Notes 18.Feb.23

Don’t worry the Teaching takes care of itself.

Take care of yourself

As you are an extension of all the buddhas

That is enough.

~

 Oh, fortunate precious human life

I have splintered you into demons

 

Forgive an old man’s delusions

Let us liberate our self.

~

Flora

If I could I would

Hold you close

Not saying a word

Give you my heart

 

 

Sometimes there’s nothing to be said or can be said? I realised today I had fallen out of love with words. Therefore, with writing/poetry. Had actually for some time now verbalised how words are the enemy, the limitation of poetry. I have, for years now when making notes the bare bones of poems by hand scribbled as if wanting to get it over with. This morning reading about Rosemary Daniell on FB, her work and her life her poems this epiphany came. And so still scribbling I’m wondering how does one return to a place of love.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosemary_Daniell

April 14-15-16 part 3 How Big is the Heart of a Child ~

 

April 14-15-16 part 3

 

Muffins and earl grey at Beth’s Special Teas. Cape Cod sunny Sunday wind pure fresh walk the little strip East Sandwich shops, still missing the Herb Shop but our gratitude is high for the tea Shop haven from all manner of Dunkin Dodo swill. Hot chocolate for the child. What to do with the last few hours before the drive back to Connecticut? Paradise Liquor for a 1.75 litre bottle of Bombay for 31.00. Sam’s fish shop on the canal bag of shelled scallops large as your tongue. My eleven year old daughter fascinated by the lobster tank. Can we get one dad? Can we? No. Why not? Cause I don’t want to kill one do you? No. Well then what’s the point of getting one? We could let him go. Now my daughter wants to do a Buddha thing and save this creatures life and I’m not sure what to say. I don’t want to talk her out of this do I? She gives me that look, the crux look, the scan of a child reading every inch of my body, verbal and invisible language, searching for the parental cue. Is this an acceptable idea, is it not? Remember whatever you do will affect me for the rest of my life. I stall and say well you’ll have to use your own money. She says OK but its in the car. And I must  surrender with, that’s alright give it to me when we get back. So she picks out Lucky the Lobster. Out to the Jeep fish out a pair of work gloves from the back, use the Gerber to cut the bands from his claws and we all three walk over to the edge and I toss him into the canal. She can see him swimming – he’s OK! Just before we drive off seat belts belted everyone ready small fist full of single dollar bills reaches over the seat – here dad. And I think how big is the heart of a child. And I take the bills stuff them into my shirt pocket and say thank you.

 

Star Notes 2014 by pd lyons

STAR NOTES

 

The house turned into a squat brown man

Got up walked away.

 

What was there – where the house once was

What remains – that is very interesting.

 

When illusions getup & leave

Walk, fly, melt away

 

What is left, what’s behind, what’s there

That’s the thing

 

Life/death/the original psychedelic

Acid trip.

 

Knowing how to deal with acid

One learns how to deal with life death.

 

“There is no passing away

No coming into existence” – Diamond Sutra

 

What is sacred

Cannot be written

Cannot be spoken

Beyond all degrees of separation

Is the sacred.

The language of accountants

Have no say.

The Druids were Taoist

In their way.

 

The body that is not me

The ego that is not me

I thank y ou for you are no curse

But rather opportunity.

 

This is the body

This is the ego

Gives me the chance

If I did not need them

They would not be.

 

In this world

Its not what’s real

That can hurt you.

 

 

 

 

Fallen Lilies, by PD Lyons Poetry

 

Fallen Lilies

 

We will surround you with silence

Like the voices of our children never to be heard again

We will surround you with fallen lilies

Like each of one our children cut mid bloom

 

We won’t ever know what to do

With a hypocrite’s thoughts and prayers

 

We won’t ever find anything

In a hypocrite’s concern for  grief

 

But we’ll not match the hardness of such hearts

By hardening our own

 

We will not meet such hearts with violence

We know too well that path of sorrow

 

So, we will meet you in silence

Like the voices of our children never to be heard again

We will meet you in fallen lilies

Like each one of our children cut mid bloom

 

Unlike you

We will do what must be done

Unlike you

We will remember and continue to find days to be thankful for

 

Mothers rocking babies rocking mothers

Fathers rocking babies rocking fathers

Altar of the Virgin of Guadalupe in Notre – Dame

and so it goes… by pd lyons

 when i was a kid

lots of folks wanted peace & love

there was songs speeches weed & making love

on universities and in the streets

there was protesting war

The national guard was sent in

to shoot some of the kids to death

So much for love & peace.

 

these days they made it so everyone

not just the national guard

can get military weapons

just in case anybody else wants to start

talking too much about peace & love again.

 

hey kids

peace & love

are silly things

get yourself one of these instead

free 50 round magazine

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kent_State_shootings 

The Kent State shootings, also known as the May 4 massacre and the Kent State massacre,^[3][4][5] were the killings of four and wounding of nine other unarmed Kent State University students by the Ohio National Guard on May 4, 1970 in Kent, Ohio, 40 mi (64 km) south of Cleveland. 

To those who think murder is too strong a word, one may recall that even [Vice President Spiro] Agnew three days after the Kent State shootings used the word in an interview on the David Frost show in Los Angeles. Agnew admitted in response to a question that what happened at Kent State was murder, “but not first degree” since there was – as Agnew explained from his own training as a lawyer – “no premeditation but simply an over-response in the heat of anger that results in a killing; it’s a murder. It’s not premeditated and it certainly can’t be condoned.”

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Mother Nature by pd Lyons

I am blue skies

trailed with perfect black birds

over an autumnal tree line

I am an ocean so blue

it makes everything else seem white,

A forest of shadows so deep any midnight would be envious

I have been the heat from which the iron of this planet ran .

I have been an ice so deep that for a thousand years the sun stood in retreat.

And you with self shackled minds,

dreams tinier than any, ever- living thing ?

what you do you think pursuers of poisons?

are there any poisons that are not mine?

what do you think deniers of your own senses?

where do you think the chemicals for those thoughts come from?

I have seen stars begin and watched them dwindle.

I have seen every living thing that has ever done so,

and will see every one that ever will be, born and die.

Do  you think I who hold on to nothing care about what you do?

the cause & continuation of suffering

True democracy ~ opinion by pd lyons

See I was taught that democracy takes courage. The courage to allow the rights of the other. Not only their right to exist but their rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. That it takes democratic courage to allow the other a voice, a choice, a privacy, an equality.

The belief that majority rules is erroneous with regards  to true democracy. Otherwise everything depends on the personal belief of the many. This is only might makes right, this is not democracy. Democracy is the courage of all to allow the human and civil rights of all.

The question we should be asking people is – do you really want to live in a country where the your rights and the rights of others may justifiably be revoked every time the majority demographic shifts?

Today when I look at my country that’s what I  see. Rather than the nurturing of courage, it seems to perpetuate the right to bully, the right to instill fear, the right to make money at all costs, the right of might – with no regard for the amount of misery, tragedy, or  instability it causes  its own citizens or the rest of world.

It has always taken extreme courage to be democratic. It still does.

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truth is NOT theory ~

no.

but it is something to be found by each person.

it is also not something you need some one to lead you to

or tell you how to find it.

come on embrace the real blessing of being an individual.