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THE GREAT BIG FAT LIE

FALSE MEMORIES

    conversations
    deeds
    circumstances
    character   

about memories
existing only in the form it takes
within another’s mind
of the value of one individual….

while we breathe
we take snapshots
of incidents and events
involving them

we store these away
and over time
add colour
attributes
words
afflictions and affectations
reshape initial impressions
inject a greater vitality
   

but then

    the memory
    is no longer true
    we lie to ourselves
    through remembering
    an individual we once knew

NEW DECADE FLOWERING

HAPPY NEW DECADE 2010 TO ALL!

POST WRITER’S BLOCK

 

ABOUT SHEEP

keep writing he said
tellmemore
tellmeeverythingthatsonyourmind
well….
with an open invitation like that

    how can she resist

this is what she’s thinking
she’s thinking that the connection
is not lost
it has become obscured
inside her complex brain
that rattles hums
and clicks constantly

    it’s the human condition

and while it’s making so much noise
she can’t hear the signal
so she has to somehow stop
the ego that oils
    & maintains the brain…

and just how does she do that….
    bleat baa baa
that’s how
count sheep
be the shepherd
watching over the flock

    never dream that she’s asleep

stop feeding the brain

count sheep
be the shepherd
on constant vigil
all through the night
for it’s true
she realises that
the ego is a predator
    constantly on the prowl…..

she wrote to him

as easy as that

f. yule 2009

SIMPLE

in this poem
i pretend
to be an albatross
awkward on land
so graceful in flight

passing distant shores
skimming the waves
seeking nothing more than
the freedom i have
and food to sustain it
A simple daydream
a simple poem
.

f. yule 2009

THEY RHYHME
THESE WORDS

dharma karma sanskaras
burdens to carry
burdens to offload
fat & filthy with sanskaras
ill from bad karma
stumbling down adharma road
towards an evermoving goal
suffering the exhausting trial
over millions of lives
the cruel mirage
the spiritual swindle
dharma karma sanskaras
these are rhyming words

I AM

i am my own truth

i am my own lie

i am
what i believe
i am

a tangled string of issues

f.yule 2009

I AM A SINNER

O! dear One!
i cannot see for looking
or hear from listening
so weighted down am i
in my belief
and lack of sincere repentance
i cannot take another step
towards the Now
where you wait
patiently
loving me
beyond the me
i believe
i am

f. yule 2009

ME MUMBLING

Interesting, is it not,
the question "is there a God?" Scientists argue back and forth while simpler minds seek Heaven’s door without evidence nor statistics.

Science’s facts and figures lead to nothing but a big bang and happy accidents that made galaxies and universes – one universe containing our perfect world.

There is a God.  There is a Maker who created Earth in 6 days and rested on the 7th. An Ancient One, Invisible and Holy. There is no god. The galaxies, the universes, our world was created out of a big bang over a huge time span. Faith in science. Life evolved, adapted to new conditions,  on Earth over millions of years. 

There is no answer from the faithful followers of any belief system to what was there before everything came out of nothing; what was there before chaos and order. Only theories. Without answers the human mind must have faith in their mere existence; must give meaning to their lives, their beingness, in whatever way they can.

No answers, no debates. Facts and figures don’t equate to a truth. Believing doesn’t equate to a truth. The need to quantify the acts of birth and death and all the drama in between equates to the formation of needing faith. Believing or not believing in God; through spirituality, religion, philosophy, theorems, fact, numbers; is not the real difference between faiths. Truths change constantly. Flat world, round world, ad infinitum. The real difference doesn’t exist. We need faith, we need to believe something, anything. And we involve innumerable codes into that faith. Codes dictated by genetics and socialisation.

No debates.

Fran Yule

i am

 

poetry

written

by an old hippy

wearing odd clothes

standing in the shadow of giants

mentally muttering

‘everything came out of nothing

therefore i am’

her heart laughing

at this monumental moment

f. yule ‘09

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