the now waits for no one, and..

the now waits for no one
and
hey, fair's fair
no one has to wait for the now

feeling bad?
it's probably a thought

how are we going to know that?
come into the ( no waiting required)
now

and notice:
am I having a thought that tells
me that
the world sucks
I suck
this situation sucks
my feelings suck
my thoughts suck
my body sucks
my X man/woman/blah blah sucks

and
then
try the question #4 from our friend
and easy buddy
Byron Katie

Who would I be without the thought?

Even three seconds.

No thought.

See what happens.

What the hell to do in the three second
immensity

hang with the now
of
say

gravity
light
sound
breath
nature
legs
arms
spine

or
an idea of a change
a choice
a game
you want to play

choice
choice
choice
comes about in the now

( for which we don't have to wait....
have I said that?)

choice
choice
choice

once the this or that sucks voice is
silent,

choice
choice
choice

what little step could you take
in the now
of nothing sucks because
there is no thought to
tell you it sucks

what could you aim for?

what are your goals?

what do you want?

can you feel the power and pull of
that

now?

The Love Game, The Wake Up Game, Are they the Same

The love game
The wake up game
ARE THEY THE SAME?

You know, around here, if you've read enough of my blogs, that this is a rhetorical question.

And it's a rhetorical question worth examining for awhile.

Because love is big.
It has kisses.
It has affection.
It has caring for.
It has all sorts of old wounds and junk coming up.
It has chanced to grow up.
It has touch.
It has sex.
It has all sorts of chances to heal old wounds and old junk coming up.

(This isn't a poem.
This is an essay being written out more or less line by line to make the possibilities more obvious, to make the richness more clear.
Maybe it makes it easy to understand.
I hope so.)

Love is very much this strange feeling of connection and caring and being willing to DO for the other person. Let's leave aside all the hooey about co-dependence and simply hone in on the kind of love like a parent has for their child.

They want what's best for the child.
If the child is normal, sometimes they drive the parent a little or a lot crazy.
If the parent is good enough, they get riled by that, and then let it go.
They over all are putting their energy into wanting what's best for the child.

Unless this relationship gets stuck
as often happens with teenagers
in power struggles.

Power struggles.
Who gets to say who does what when?
Ugh.

And let's expand that out to a couple.

We love our mate.
They drive us a little or a lot crazy sometimes.
We get riled, or maybe not, and then we go back to wanting what's best for them.
We, really, when love is what it should be, a force for unity and expansion, want what's best for the WE, the US, that is being created.

This is cool.
This is exhausting.
This goes against the me me me grain of either,
the ego
our capitalist society
our insecurities.

And so what?

Love is being uncomfortable for the sake of another.
Not as a masochist.
Not as a doormat.
But as someone who is willing to hang in there with the mess of life.
We are not the same person.
We feel unity
Sometimes.
We want to be closer and more loving
Sometimes

and that is going to require backing off from the
two traps of ruined or struggling relationships;

The "I am right, you are wrong" trap
and
the Do it My Way, and Do it when I say so.

Control.
Righteousness.

Ah, what a fine mess we can get into with another person.

And here's were the rhetorical question's answer comes to our rescue.

If love is a wake up game,
we can wake up to our wish to be right,
we can wake up to our agitation in the present,
we can wake up to our wish to run the show to make the agitation for away,
or
we can wake up to our wish to run away to avoid the agitation
and
we can wake up to our wish to blaming the other person for our buttons having been pushed
and
we can wake up to our love, in the moment, when we feel and see and hear the other person without our story

ah:
back to Byron Katie land, in a way:

Who we really are
is who we are in the present without our story blocking the way

And,
it is only our real self that can love

that is why it feels so good.
We are being what we are meant to be.

This is good.
We are good.
The other is good.

We push each other's buttons.
We stay present.

Life is good.
Love's problems are stepping stones to a quick route to enlightenment.

Really?
It could be.
It just might be.

Try it and see.

Only your experience of your present moment by moment can guide you to what is real.
With good fortune, you'll have love's messes as the motivating elixir to speed you back into this present moment.


And when we aren't there: we suffer.

Again, don't take my word for it.
Discover, feel, sense this on your own.

Good.

experiencing the all of it up and down of it, now of it, yet

the times of day:
the day changes
and we use up energy

and can we be aware
of how we either "like"
or "don't like"

our state of energy throughout the day

and if we don't "like" what we are
aware of in our present expereince,

can we come back to "just" experiencing
the experience without a judgment

can we live
without our inner comment on
"how are we doing now"

(compared to what?
is always the good question,

or yesterday's question:
Who and what are we, without our story?

As the day shifts
and our energy shifts
can we keep
"just"
loving what is?



Good.