Introspection can be bad for us

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Wilson Van Dusen was a very interesting man.Some of his views I am unsure of but his book,The Natural Depth in Man,shows how much we don’t see normally when we look at others.

He was a mystic in a sense.And he worked with people with severe disturbances.His definition of  madness that it renders the person useless.Also introspection is bad when one is in a vulnerable state.. better to do useful,practical tasks like sweeping the floor.And always be polite.In other words,stay in touch with others and this world.

. Oh  frigid purse, I never meant to pay!

 

The sky  is stark ,the air is cool and still
The black cat’s  run,the birds unfold all day
I sit  down here and with a laugh I pray
Ye cast o’ foolish thoughts, you raped my  will.
We’ve  each enraged  the bureaucratic mill.
Oh  frigid purse, I never meant to pay!
The sky ‘s  a’spark,the air is warm and shrill
The saturnine demoted  knelled their way
With this feathered pounce, my sample quill,
I  cite the cheque and date it  for next May.
Oh,tit for cat, the tiger’s  bed ‘s astray.
Yer  life is settled by  a  harlot’s will
The sky ‘s a shark, the air is  sharper still

As lovers kiss, so smiles the Holy One,

The inner coil and tangle of the wild,
Where rose run mad and holly are as one
Ensure that nature’s heart is undefiled

To these depths, the winter bird’s beguiled
Until the red dawn’s fetched by lowly sun
Through the coil and tangle of the wild.

 
On the path’s side, brown-green leaves are piled
A thousand beetles search for food within
A hidden space where nature’s undefiled

The cat is waiting, acting like the mild
Then dancing, hunting, acting like his kin
At ease in coil and tangle of worlds wild.

The sun is setting, and the night clouds pile.
As lovers kiss, so smiles the Holy One,
Living all his natures undefiled.

Now, at last, the darkness has begun
The trees, unmoving, shield the riots within
The inner coil and tangle make the wild,.
Is the space for soul still undefiled?

A strange ring

P1000410.jpgThe phone  has a strange ring
It has got married

The radio has gone off
Always was unfaithful

The TV  has a big  remote
Call it Trump,

The washing machine  looks odd
It’s bisexual
Bisexual who?
Dunnit!

The microwave is dirty.
It’s not morally responsible
Well it is 7 years old
It’s not a Catholic
Now,you tell me.
You got it
But it was mail order
Did it not give spiritual dimensions?
No,it was born agnostically
It’s not alive, you know
It must have died in the night.
Are you a machine?
How would I know?
Have you no label?
Not one I can reveal.
What does it say
If found please return to Maker
Why did they lose you?
They were switched off.
On drugs?
No the fuse blew
Then what happened?
A storm.
I just feel confused.
Let me uncon you.
Why, we might fuse.
Well,we’ll be together at last

In your glance, you touched my heart.

I saw you on the pavement
with your old brown dog
You were shabby,poor,ragged,
Sat on your tartan rug.
You had water for the dog,
You hugged him and you sang,
But the people walked on by,
And no-one looked at you.
No-one looked at you.

But you still sang your song.
And you sent me so much love
It crossed from eye to eye.
I felt it coming in.
I heard that you had died,
Though you were only thirty three.
Only thirty three.

I wonder,where’s your dog?

I felt our souls had touched,
You gave to me so much
As I wandered in my grief
Through the roads and round the streets.
In your glance, you touched my heart.
I felt love swimming through,
From you right into me.

Will you come again?
I see all these dim, grey men
Who cut your benefits
To give more wealth to few;
So that the needle’s eye,
which is waiting when we die,
is forgotten, for they want
protection for their wealth.

I wish that beggar man
would come back here again.
I liked to hear his songs
But I can’t recall the tunes;
Maybe I’ll write songs myself,
That’s the highest sort of wealth
Our creativity
Is a path to dignity.

Come back every one!
I wish you had not gone.
come back in my dreams
and give me some new themes.
I’m singing like you sung.
it’s this world that’s so wrong.
come back beggar man,

I knew you were the One

Pre-emptive war,is it ethical?

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“The third criterion, of right intention, looks forward in time. Assuming there is just cause, the morally sound intention of the statesman, and the citizen, must be the preservation or restoration of an enduring peace. It cannot be to take advantage of the weakness of an enemy in order to seize territory and secure other political objectives.”

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