Saturday, August 08, 2015

Let Love Shape You and you Will Become Perfection Itself.

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

When we used to be listed at well trafficked sites, sometimes I would look at the counter on the page and watch all the countries scroll by. Over time I saw visitors from every country in the world and on occasion, countries I had never heard of before. It always made me think about the new virtual world that we lived in, surrounded by vast distances but right there too, in a way.

I seem to live in that virtual world now. The last two days I had this period of being filled with life and feeling like a lot of different things happened and then... it occurred to me that I hadn't spoken to another person in all that time. Of course, I'd had conversations but it would have been difficult for another to have seen who they were with. In some ways I miss the sweet intimacies that I am able to experience with another person, such as I had for many years recently. It was often of such a level that the usual messy physicality didn't intrude upon the serenity of the exchange. I'm not in opposition to human contact, as it has expressed itself in the usual ways of which we are all familiar. I can't say that life has shortchanged me in any way in that category. It's often the case with poets. They may miss out on a lot of the more terrestrial features of existence but they don't usually miss out on love.

I'm talking more about the silent exchanges that pass between people, watching a movie; body working their feet to take away the stress of the days footsteps, walking with the dogs through the green and yellow kingdoms of Lady Nature. It's often so much more than anything that gets said. It's more about the beautiful ambiance of a hidden resonance but... it doesn't matter how clean and serene life might be between people, life has its own agenda and exercises it as it wishes, without our wishes being taken into consideration. Sometimes we just have to go our way and no one knows why that is. It just happens. I was told, several years before it became apparent, that my life was going to change because other things were expected of me and I was expected to be somewhere else and evolve into someone else for some purpose of demonstration that would be hidden from me until such time as it was to become known.

I said goodbye outside the train station on my way to Frankfurt airport. There were tears but none of them were mine. I tried to explain to Poncho but he didn't get it. He always knew when I was leaving the house and his disappointment was great on those occasions when he couldn't go. The car was a big deal to Poncho. You see, he came from Italy. I went to get him in a small town a hundred miles from where I lived. From the start he had a fixation on being in the car and I couldn't understand why. A short time later I heard about the Italians and their summer vacation thing with dogs and I understood what had happened to Poncho.

Les Visible and Poncho Dog
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In Italy, the families will get a puppy for their children to play with during the summer. In the fall, they pack up and somewhere on their route, they push the dog out of the car in some town or rest spot and then drive away, leaving him there. This is what happened to Poncho. It happens hundreds, maybe thousands of times every year. It is an abomination. It is heartbreaking. I used to see these dogs wherever I went. I carried food and water in my car. Some of them would limp because they had been hit by cars. Some others didn't make it. I felt as helpless as I ever have in my life. I couldn't take them all home. To this day, Poncho fixates on the car. In his mind he is afraid he will be left behind again and in a way he was. Some part of him remembers me and I know he wonders, inasmuch as dogs do, about where I might be now. We were too close for me not to cross his mind now and again. I'd been with him most all of his life but I just walked away and I will probably not see him in this life again but I will see him again. I know there is an incomprehensible beauty and mysterious magic to life that guarantees we will see those whom we truly loved again... somewhere... some day. No separation where love was involved is permanent.

So... I walked away at the train station from what had been my life and I let it fall away from me like a suit of clothes. I could have been sad and unhappy but what would be the point of that? I didn't stop loving anyone. I loved them all the more. What tears us apart is the parting, the separation, the idea that we somehow failed, even though life and it's long agenda is greater than us and has a purpose to it. We cannot see this purpose because of the pandemic disposition to short term awareness and that is why the timeless aspect is so important to cultivate.

Nothing tears at us so much as comfortable familiarity. We rely on dependable patterns of interplay. They tell us that all was well at some point. Wittingly or unwittingly we yearn for these states. We remember with great poignancy and regret those times and places when all seemed well. These are dreams, sillk screened into life from the subliminal to the manifest.

Shakespeare presented an interesting and generally inescapable travelogue on existence called "The Seven Ages of Man";

"All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances.
And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages.

At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;

And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school.

And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow.

Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth.

And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part.

The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.

Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything."

One thing of power has come to me through all the disappointments and setbacks. You can hold on to nothing except that which holds on to you; that seeks to live its life in your own. If you can break the sequences of mortality, then the temporary personalities will be banished and the one enduring self will remain. All of life's turnabouts and tragedies are brought into play to accomplish this end, yet we rail against our misfortunes and cannot comprehend that they are all set into place to free us. We wrap our arms in the bars of our prisons and struggle against the efforts of our liberator to bring us out of the darkness and into the light. Fundamentally... we do not trust. We know better. We want that wide screen TV. We want our security and shelter. We want to be loved and important; loved for what we are not and important according to a being fabricated to that end and who has no more permanence than the green leaves that fall and turn brown. Soon they are once more a part of the Earth. Cycles within cycles, like the gears of a watch, turning through the twelve hourly increments of time, only to repear again and again and again.

If our love is timeless, there is no sorrow, there is no loss, there is no real separation. Before we met, we were unknown to one another. Then it was so familiar. First there is the magic of profound recognition in one another. For a time we set one another free. Then, in an effort to control it, we kill the magic and confer bondage on the one we love, out of the fear of loss. Then we accomplish the very thing we were at such pains to avoid. It's gone on from time before time and it goes on today, all over the world;

"I used her, she used me
But neither one cared
We were gettin' our share
Workin' on our night moves
Tryin' to lose the awkward teenage blues
Workin' on our night moves
And it was summertime"

Capulets and Montagues all... misunderstandings and tragic results. The only way to save our love is to set it free, as deep in our hearts we know it seeks to be. Love cannot own, it can only release. The one thing true love never does is think of itself and if we are not loved as we might wish to be, what does that have to do with our loving despite this? Imagine the love and understanding of the great souled ones who have come and gone and yet are always here; who love and understand us far more than we do and who love us so very much more than we love ourselves or any other. Love is remarkable, once it passes out of the realm of self interest, it is remarkable and it is all service. We do not define Love. Love defines us. We are the sum total of what we allow ourselves to be shaped by.

“The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?”

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you.”

“The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.”

“Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.”

“Forget safety. Live where you fear to live. Destroy your reputation. Be notorious.”

“Knock, And He'll open the door. Vanish, And He'll make you shine like the sun. Fall, And He'll raise you to the heavens. Become nothing, And He'll turn you into everything.”

“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”

“In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.”

“Words are a pretext. It is the inner bond that draws one person to another, not words.”

“Be like the sun for grace and mercy. Be like the night to cover others' faults. Be like running water for generosity. Be like death for rage and anger. Be like the Earth for modesty. Appear as you are. Be as you appear.”

If you would like more Rumi, there is plenty here pages and pages. He's always saying the same thing, isn't he?

I am unconcerned about what I have lost because what I have lost would have consumed me had I not lost it and I can love from afar because there is no afar. There is only where 'we are'. Love as deeply as you can. Whenever the thought of the beloved comes to the surface of the mind... love, love, love. If you have been misunderstood, or if circumstances turned against you... simply continue to love. If your love is real it will make you real. If your love is deep and strong it will make you deep and strong. Let love shape you and you will become perfection itself.

End Transmission.......

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An Old Friend said...

This brought tears to my eyes because it resonated, the way your writing always does.

I too am "suffering" from the loneliness, pulling myself away from people so that I can learn to love them again, or, atleast try.

In the meantime I will try to do all the good I can, and make as little fuss about it as possible.

An Old Friend

A. Dundee said...

Thanks again my unmet friend for so poignantly explicating some timeless truths. Let praise be given for the talent of your pen to be guided by the Wisdom of your Heart. Let praise be given to you my unmet friend for attending to, and for tending, your Heart; for creating of it rich soil fit to receive the discriminating Wisdom of His Mind. You are a last gasp living breath of a gravely ill and soon to be dead culture.

Visible said...

Once again, commentary is being suppressed by the Zio-Ogre. Hang in there friends. We come and go. We come and go. Attacks have been ramping up of late. Newsscouter was just hacked and taken offline but they are now back on. Reports of other hacks at Whatreallyhappened and elsewhere are also at work and though I don't care one way or another about the latter, it is indicative of a full court press.

Anonymous said...

Visible! You really rocked it with this one, full bore and no holds barred. Some of what you said is so right on and worthy of the very best in us that I cannot think of sufficient praise to give you. What inspires you is as connected to divinity as anything can be. Thank you so much more than I can express. Tears ran down my cheeks while reading this as my heart validated everything being said. For some reason I cannot comment and that is the case more often than not these days. I'm guessing they really don't like what you have to say, especially now that you have taken such a wide turn away from commenting on the dumb ass doings of the world in front of us.


Anonymous said...

Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you do.

Boulderdash said...

Thank you, Visible, for a truly beautiful offering.


Anonymous said...

45 years
my dear...
and still I think of you,


Anonymous said...

Thank you for the words of comfort and your expanded perspective, and for sharing it with the rest of us.
In my loneliness and suffering it is appreciated more than you will ever know.
I suspect that holds true for many of us right now.
Blessings to you

Don from Texas

Anonymous said...

Thank you dear friend for all you convey in every way. I love you Vis-I truly do. Thanks for sharing that sweet photo of you and your boy, it made me smile.

I've emailed copies of this post you've written to others going through the same processing. Loved the Rumi quotes and know they will too.

Thanks again.

Love To Push Those Buttons said...

Poncho is gorgeous. We rescued cats. I never had time for dogs, not to mention they cost so much more; but we love them and other animals just as much. If wild critter comes in for the cat food, we let them. Another 'coon came in a few nights ago, but we only knew by what happened to the water dish and a tray of dry cat food being gone. They might as well be big cats. Though I must admit, it is NOT fun cleaning the balcony litter box after them when one decides to use us as a fast food place and rest stop. That story about what is done to dogs in Italy is horrible. How can anyone have that mindset?!

bholanath said...

In that place where "you are", beautifully you are still becoming more and more who you truly are, and, along with many others, perfection too! Fuking deep post, mon. Tears fall.

Anonymous said...

Pierre said
I must read some of this Rumi one day when I retire and I stop reading up about all the Khazar issues.

"Rumi’s love and honor for all religious tradi-tions was not always popular in his day, and often provoked criticism from the more dogmatic. A story is told that one such public challenge came from a Muslim dignitary, Qonavi, who confront-ed Rumi before an audience. “You claim to be at one with 72 religious sects,” said Qonavi, “but the Jews cannot agree with the Christians, and the Christians cannot agree with Muslims. If they cannot agree with each other, how could you agree with them all?” To this Rumi answered, “Yes, you are right, I agree with you too."

Yaying it up here, Boss and Halleyulah.(though keep the ammo dry)

Anonymous said...

Maybe it's better I post here as everyone has moved on to Origami (my favorite). I'm so mad at you ( caveat... I've been drinking tonight so don't take it personally.. Which is totally retarded to say... Anyway, you put out stuff like "The Door to Everything" and BOTA.... All of f which suggest that we all have power to change our circumstances. I've read and subscribed to these things ( Ernest Holmes, too) and I believe you and the authors of your recommendations and I try to change along those lines..... Really, it seems right to me to evolve in the manner that they propose.

Then you blog about how it's all not in our control. (Another caveat... Of course God is in control... And I'm glad for that!) I thought that if we aligned ourselves with God and the universe, that All would get behind us and push us forward like you've written about....

So why are you still getting the shit kicked out of you???????????

Where's the relief?

Please don't think I'm fighting you, cause im not. I suspect I'm fighting myself. And for the record... Les Visible has helped me with a lot of stuff and I believe him to be totally a good guy... I'm just really afraid of what will happen to me as Vis is way better than me in his Devotion than I. I've already had my ass kicked and I don't want anymore. But i suppose I don't get to make those calls. 😔

I'm mad at God that he still kicks your ass after a lifetime of devotion. But what do I know? I wish you amazing success and mass publication of your music. I wish you an island that you can retreat to after dealings with man. I wish you gods infinite love and a long reunion with your 4 legged children. Truth be told, I pray for the same... I so love my babies...

Sorry for the rant. I really do wish you relief on planet earth and much joy!


Visible said...

I believe I have addressed that comprehensively in several of the recent postings. I have also a time or two referred to the Biblical phrase that "those whom the Lord loves he chastens." To tell you the truth, it perplexes me too but all that means to me is that I don't fully understand. I am not always getting the shit kicked out of me. I have days and days of good experience and why these bolts out of the blue occur I can't say but I believe I have covered it as well as my understanding is able. It's more of that glass darkly thing and also these are times of tribulation and the faithful, for whatever the reason, seem to get it in the neck. I can only imagine that it is to prepare us and I am doing my best to accommodate and not complain. I do believe that this will pass and joy and wonder will follow. I really believe this and I am a better person as a result of the things that have happened to me.

It will all come right and possibly sooner than we think.

Thank you for the supportive thoughts. Hopefully I am now tenderized to the point that god can put away his mallet.

Visible said...

I believe I have addressed that comprehensively in several of the recent postings. I have also a time or two referred to the Biblical phrase that "those whom the Lord loves he chastens." To tell you the truth, it perplexes me too but all that means to me is that I don't fully understand. I am not always getting the shit kicked out of me. I have days and days of good experience and why these bolts out of the blue occur I can't say but I believe I have covered it as well as my understanding is able. It's more of that glass darkly thing and also these are times of tribulation and the faithful, for whatever the reason, seem to get it in the neck. I can only imagine that it is to prepare us and I am doing my best to accommodate and not complain. I do believe that this will pass and joy and wonder will follow. I really believe this and I am a better person as a result of the things that have happened to me.

It will all come right and possibly sooner than we think.

Thank you for the supportive thoughts. Hopefully I am now tenderized to the point that god can put away his mallet.

Anonymous said...

If I am a part of God... I petition Him to stay His mallet and provide you the home of the Prodigal Son. A home you deserve....

missingarib said...

Vis,how often I have reflected on my life as ( you said so beautifully complete)the sum of " dreams, silk screened into life from the subliminal to the manifest."
The moments we stop and savour the "places I'll remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
All these places have their moments
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I've loved them all".


The magic in the eyes, in the scent, in the movement of spirit made physical manifest in the image of the ineffable entangled across the infinite varieties of creation,animated by love.
"love is deep and strong it will make you deep and strong. Let love shape you and you will become perfection itself." -- your insights reflect the spirit of our father's word.

So, old man river, don't cry for me;
A-have got a running stream of love you see.
So, no matter what stages - oh stages -
Stages - stages they put us through,
We'll never be blue
No matter what rages, oh rages,
Changes - rages they put us through,
We'll never be blue:
' only a fool lean upon -
Lean upon his own misunderstanding,
And then what has been hidden
From the wise and the prudent
Been revealed to the babe and the suckling
In everyt'ing, in every way, "
live long

Anonymous said...

Viz et al,

Friends, I wondered how the scoutbag picking up steam and camping with the chickens nonextant. Like when cats attack. Cats mostly hate water. I saw a teeny tiny washing machines powered by your foot. Hiding as art. Hamlet's doublespeak.... Declaring cats as badguys doublespeak, can't use dogs as mostpeople are dog people and A CAT IS NOT A DOG. Anyway the cats would have nothing to do with the tiny washing machine. They were riding around on the roomba though. Full circle doublespeak. I like to google videos on youtube (yes, I have reacquired youtube capability), expecially cat videos. Also tsunami videos and longhairdo videos. Volcanos. I make up videos in my head, like Pete Seeger in heaven enjoying the extra colors and the amazing harmony (pedal steele banjo). An underwater nuclear detonation (scares the fish). Wormholes. Singularities. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile. Your thoughts to my thoughts.

As you can see, I am an amateur at doublespeak and secrets. President Kennedy hated secrets. I believe the best code requires experience with cats and God.

"Out of the swing of the swing of the sea." L. Durrell



Anonymous said...


I will paypal you 3 dollars to decode your comment just for me, because I spent all last night watching tsunami videos of Japan and the earlier S. Asian disaster. I had begun with cat fails, to cheer up, and moved to the destruction right away, to remember where we live, I imagine...

Your comment moves me a bit but can't un-doublespeak it, alas I am kind of dumb.

Thank you,


Katy said...

Jesus began to point out to His disciples that He must go to Jerusalem and suffer many things from the elders, chief priests, and scribes, be killed and be raised up on the third day....Then Peter took Him aside and began to rebuke Him, "Oh no, Lord! This will never happen to You!"Jesus turned and said to Peter, "Get behind me, Satan! You are a hindrance to me.
For you are not setting your mind on the things of God, but on the things of man.”

Talk about focus...

Visible said...

Here is the posting. I cannot believe how difficult this has been-

Definitive Proof of Visible's Hip Injury.

Anonymous said...

Vis, I've been busy catching up after my trip to the east coast for last week's wedding. Just now getting around to commenting.

This is from the television series, "Kung Fu." Thought you might like it too:

(From Season 2 Episode #12 – "The Gunman")

Caine: Master, if I shall love others, how can I be sure that they in return will love me?
Master Po: Do you seek love or barter?
Caine: But, if I love others and they do not love me, I shall feel great pain.
Master Po: That is what you risk, Grasshopper: great pain, or great joy.




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