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Tools of the Path => Toltec [Public] => Topic started by: Firestarter on July 04, 2014, 10:41:15 AM
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one of the biggest tricks of the warrior is not lose his sanity. yet he sees madness at every turn. people trying to uphold their view of the world, and foist this upon everyone else, demanding agreement. with many agreements, self importance swells. with little agreement, anger emerges. the warrior must stablize his core and know himself. in the end he hopefully knows one can free their mind.
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where stupid people try to assume control over everything
including others
and base others upon their own stupity within their attempts to control
and reduce others truth
the result is excruciatingly painful :)
those were my thoughts about it yesterday
and completely maddening i can attest
so is it "us " versus the world ?
not really "its " just us walking amongst that madness trying to
point
i liked something i saw hanging out the front of a church this week
it said "the art of being wise is knowing what to overlook"
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i liked something i saw hanging out the front of a church this week
it said "the art of being wise is knowing what to overlook"
Sounds wise to me! :)
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there comes a
Point of not control
But poignancy
picking the feet up and deciding where
And how
To walk where
I see
In aging
I grow
More
Comfortable in my
Skin
i can speak or act
And
Mostly not get a back lash
But the lash comes from outside
Thats the compromise for standing still
If
The wind does'nt move me in
One sphere
Say movement
Then i might rely on talking or listening
The two might not
Resonate in the same arena
being in my own skin means
i came to a point where i might speak sharply
As i
Might not be moving sharply for instance
As
I
Would generally
Spend time solitary
Or with animal company
I spent years being true to myself utterly in a movement sense
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I tried the same, in my 20's, and had the luxury of doing so. But things impinged, and the acquisition of money became necessary. Even with working a conventional job, though, I found ways to meet all needs. It required straddling both - or many - worlds.
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That gives something to use
It means self assurance through movement
as a relationship of self trust exists
while wind is blowing
many differing winds
i have put myself to face harsh winds too
Even at the same time
I can appreciate to be able to hear or use wind too
in the worlds
i can't claim one or the other
but the damn wind has always made me restless
At times twitchy even
especially others winds
that might be wise too as others awareness might be lacking
Of movement and wind
so
They may stick
there are different ways to move
Some like to bend
Some dissappear
I have Preferences i suppose all different kinds do
I feel that is a
Communication point also between individuals
Perhaps differen styles will shift different forces
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as a relationship of self trust exists
while wind is blowing
many differing winds
i have put myself to face harsh winds too
Even at the same time
I can appreciate to be able to hear or use wind too
in the worlds
i can't claim one or the other
but the damn wind has always made me restless
At times twitchy even
especially others winds
that might be wise too as others awareness might be lacking
Of movement and wind
so
They may stick
there are different ways to move
Some like to bend
Some dissappear
I have Preferences i suppose all different kinds do
I feel that is a
Communication point also between individuals
For almost 10 years I wrote this poem:
Vresiga vindar
I kväll är vinden vresig, den drar i träden,
den drar i varje snår, den sliter i gräset där jag står
Den för med sig ett budskap, en sorglig sång
hur det var här på jorden en gång
Dess vrede kan vi inte ta miste på
dess styrka än mer kan vi verkligen förstå
I ett sånt humör den fäller mången gran
I en sådan vindby kan den knäcka stan
Ingen går riktigt säker i kväll
man kurar i stormen och förblir i sitt käll
Jag brukar älska när den viskar en hemlighet
låter mig få dela av dess härlighet
Men nu är språket enkelt och klart
Här är inte frågan om något underbart
Den röjer och sliter, som en furiös
Som en vild tiger, med klorna i klös
Jag undrar vem som startade stormen i natt
var det någon som försökte bevara en skatt
eller en rövare utan byte och båt
en som aldrig kunde säga förlåt
Jag blir inte klokare, det är bättre att gå in
låta stormen bedarra och sluta sitt spinn
Den här vinden har inget att lära ut
den säger bara, snart är det slut
In Google translation with my (many) corrections:
Gruffy winds
This evening the wind is gruffy, it draws in the trees,
it pulls in every thicket, it rips in the grass where I stand
It brings a message, a sad song
how it was here on Earth once, a time long gone
Its anger, we can not mistaken that
its strength we can really understand
In this mood it may tilt many a fir
In such a wind gust, it could dish the town
No one is really sure out there tonight
one just huddle away from the storm and remain at home
I usually love when it whisper a secret
let me share of its glory
But now, the language is simple and clear
This is not a question of something wonderful
It grubs and tear, like a furious
As a wild tiger using it claws
I wonder who started the storm this night
did anyone tried to preserve his treasure
or a robber without a prey or boat
a person who could never say I'm sorry
I do not get wiser, it is better to go inside
let the storm to calm down and stop its spin
This wind has nothing to teach
it only says, soon it is over, and long gone
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I
Enjoyed your poem jahn
so ill speak about the truth and the wind
simplicity and the wind
Power and the wind
life and the wind
And ill
Stitch up where the wind is getting in
One
Way or
The other
Power in truth
And simplicity
Today i hide from the wind
I expell it from its
Bothersome song
Something else i invite to play
A sweet song
Inside me
And outside me
Untill we are
The same
I am both open and closed to the wind so
That
The sweetness fills me
I in its strength
And nurture
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Gruffy winds
This evening the wind is gruffy, it draws in the trees,
it pulls in every thicket, it rips in the grass where I stand
It brings a message, a sad song
how it was here on Earth once, a time long gone
Its anger, we can not mistaken that
its strength we can really understand
In this mood it may tilt many a fir
In such a wind gust, it could dish the town
No one is really sure out there tonight
one just huddle away from the storm and remain at home
I usually love when it whisper a secret
let me share of its glory
But now, the language is simple and clear
This is not a question of something wonderful
It grubs and tear, like a furious
As a wild tiger using it claws
I wonder who started the storm this night
did anyone tried to preserve his treasure
or a robber without a prey or boat
a person who could never say I'm sorry
I do not get wiser, it is better to go inside
let the storm to calm down and stop its spin
This wind has nothing to teach
it only says, soon it is over, and long gone
Superb! Excellent poem Jahn - so evocative.
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Yep good poem Jahn! :) Man I forgot I said this that was not a stolen quote lol.
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Yep good poem Jahn! :) Man I forgot I said this that was not a stolen quote lol.
You mean your opening post was written by you Ellen?
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Superb! Excellent poem Jahn - so evocative.
Thank You Michael!
It was damn hard to translate, poems is so sensitive to the language they are written in.
But by your comment, I suppose the "feeling" of that certain storm came through.
And God knows, these kind of storms are more common now, compared to when I wrote that poem.
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Thank You Michael!
It was damn hard to translate, poems is so sensitive to the language they are written in.
But by your comment, I suppose the "feeling" of that certain storm came through.
And God knows, these kind of storms are more common now, compared to when I wrote that poem.
It was very cool, Jahn.
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I Enjoyed your poem jahn
thank you
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You mean your opening post was written by you Ellen?
Oh I never saw this. Yes I wrote the opening post. :)