One to Ten

Pennies counted, colas founted
All the timely minds of men
will only count to ten
And beginning over once again.

Yet Seven sisters
Straight above your crown!
so lovely in their darkened crystal found-

But this is true, and truer plain in solar view:
Count every single tiny grain
That lies on bedrock's dusty plain
within both God's and Goddess's reach
-feeling every time-drenched beach
Yes, count them all, then, passing thrall,
Look up again-
And multiply the relaxing eye
(know them all up in that sky)

By one to ten.

Now: finding body deep in bed
Follow where the Soul hath fled-
And counting back from ten to one,
Take one more breath and counting's done.

Don't Care

Posted on Apr 1st, 2007 by T

Did you ever like the old adage 'we'll all be dead in 50 years'? I always got a helpful little nudge from the phrase, although 50 years is a bit of a stretch at this juncture!

And yes, most all of you reading these words will in fact be dead in 50 years, if not, and probably, sooner.

This is good news.

The reason that this is good news lays clearly in the lay of the land. The land lays, but nothing stays. Even the Land, even the Sun, even the Gods and Goddesses must die.

So that the Land the Sun and Gods and Goddesses might live, at all.

So we have a Confidence Game here, a Set Up of set ups. A game that you are bound to lose……….

How do you keep from losing?

Simple. Don't Care.

Not caring, instead of making you a monster, will make you a Saint. Given a few lifetimes of real commitment.

Because 'caring' is based in wanting something, having an agenda of some sort. Any sort. This is the engine of aggression in this world. Things are not fine as they are, In My opinion…;.;.. Others, as ever, will disagree in some way at some point and then…………..

………well, you know. A World Jerusalem of 'Sacred Sites' bristling with shoulder fired rocket launchers and AK 47s……….…..

But we can't help but to care! It's wired into us like white rice in an California Roll.

Not a problem. Simply learn to not care if you care or not. Not Caring doesn't mean 'not giving a shit'………………..that's just another form of caring becoming aggression………….

………..Compassion is our true nature. All we have to do is relax deeply- which takes some work and training, sadly- to touch our true divinity, where not to care is to be All Caring, just naturally, organically…………………

What a relief……don't care.

Let caring happen all by itself.

Moto above is maybe a creature that's been dead for 50 million years or maybe still roams the Loch on this very Lord's Day and Oh My a chicken dinner sure sounds good.

Goddesses of Tennessee

Been traveling a bit, out over the mighty Smokeys to a town called Knoxville, Tennessee. I've had dealings in recent times with the good folks of Tennessee and have warmed to a genuine attachment to the place. Or is it a state of Mind? A lot of songwriters living in Tennessee………is it mere coincidence that the word Tennessee rolls off the tounge like good whiskey? I think not.

I dove Goto, my favorite car in the world, out there yesterday at five. We went on at like midnight, and there were a gazillion acts, mostly young local women in their early to mid twenties- a lot of them in a sort of quiet pagan resurgence, a soothing rebellion. . Belly dancing, in it's often middle class unintended way, like horse back riding is a quick ticket to the instinctual, ah, belly center. Just where more of us could use some focus. Pulls you into feeling, out of the hegemony of the Head.

The place, called the Grotto and it was very cave like and mysterious; it was packed.

And we rocked. I'm new to middle eastern music, I just jumped in the deep end and swam for it and got swallowed by thankful whales enough salty times to make it a memorable night out at sea in Tennessee.

Then a hard night on a cold floor- but this place was a self-secret shrine to the Goddess, an artesian bounty channeling through banks both riverly and mundane. I felt a good strong energy there in Knoxville, and am glad as an Eyes in the Pine special report it can be stated plainly that the Goddess is well in Tennessee, parts anyway, and she is not plain, oh no, in any of her guises that walk among, and as, us right here on the earth.

This was the shrine in the Gypsy Hands building, slanted floors and the whole thing shaped like a hand that longs to hold.

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Handbook to Happiness

I used to live up in Madison, Wisconsin. It was so cold! Before I left Virginia I couldn't imagine how anyone could live up there. Then I lived there and it was so cold I couldn't imagine how anyone could live up there.

I got kicked out of school (why I ventured North at all). Living as a punk/hippie hybrid, I favored a walk way out on the frozen Lake Mendota, way way out crunch crunch crunch crunch until Madison was just a dream, a mirage in the Northern dusk. The lake ice would groan and crack, ping and sing.

I was plenty awake, then.

Once I trudged a down-laden trail into a hard steady gale, at night, away and out.

It was very, very cold. But I was longing, and numb to cold that night. I wanted to find something, I wanted to leave this world and find another that I could feel but not find. The beer can froze to my hand. I kept walking.

I found nothing- just dark, and wind, and ice, and the cold. But it was enough, and the sheer elemental force of that lake world and Winter Ice-burned the city-sleep away and I stood reborn…………….

…………………and turned around, now with that wind pacing at my back. After an hour of frozen tears. I started to run towards the warming city glow, and realized that the surface of the lake was wind blown such as lakes will be, and there was a pattern- 20-40 feet of smooth black ice, then a couple feet of snow drift, crusty and low. I could get a few steps of purchase on the snow, and Wheeeeeeeeeeee a 20 foot glide, two quick steps on the next snow patch and Wheeeeeeeeeeeee, a thirty foot glide, on an on, all the way back to town.

With a 30 mile an hour gale at my back.

Yeah, it was fun. Back then I had this book by Ken Keyes, “Handbook to Happiness” with gems like

“You add as much suffering to the world in taking offense as giving it”.

Stuff like that, good stuff and I loved that book.

So, when I saw these Ten Steps to Happiness yesterday (thanks Kate) I remembered that book and the Lake and the ice all as a piece of everything this morning, so here they are. And I have to say is memorize these suckers or stick 'em on the fridge or freeze each one in a separate cube in the ice tray.

Then pray for hot weather. They do promise relief! Here they are! All bone-fide and boiled down to basics!


The 10 steps to happiness

Plant something and nurture it
Count your blessings - at least five - at the end of each day
Take time to talk - have an hour-long conversation with a loved one each week
Phone a friend whom you have not spoken to for a while and arrange to meet up
Give yourself a treat every day and take the time to really enjoy it
Have a good laugh at least once a day
Get physical - exercise for half an hour three times a week
Smile at and/or say hello to a stranger at least once each day
Cut your TV viewing by half
Spread some kindness - do a good turn for someone every day


Above is a moto, “Undersea” I warmed up a bit to melt any ice! Spring is starting to vibe it up out there!

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Golden Age Pt.2.........Bu-Bump

Posted on Feb 22nd, 2007 by T

Last night I went down town to check out a new spiritual group- Asheville has so many of them you can't throw a random rock without nailing some kind of saddhu, wannnabe or otherwise.

And I'd hate to hit a real one. Even a fake one. Well, a fake one might be fun if it was a real small rock and it didn't hurt but it made him all pissed off………..

Anyway, I go to this heart-practice group. Real crowded in there, and I got there late, had to sit right next to the teacher in a high chair which made me feel childlike, awkward, and secretly pleased.

Go ahead and analyze that one but meantime he had us simply put a finger on our heart and relax. Then smiling down into the heart whatever-that-means-to-you. And how all those practices, fancy and however profound, tend to mediate this connection.

So, let's cut out the middle-man and go right Home.

That's their theory.

Well, let me just say this: I believe them. That the heart is the energetic center like the Sun and you don't have to do a goddamn thing to enjoy and be healed by it………in fact, anything you do just gets in the way. Just find a group of folks that are doing it and go hang out.

So, we sat, eyes shut, and put a finger in the Holy Dike. I felt this strange literal energy in my finger- it was tough because of thoughts about it, you know how it is. But when I was willing to really feel the feeling, it was so steady and calm- like 'I' could never be.

And what really sold the farm?

I was languishing at the time to a new age soundtrack that ordinarily would have me hating all that is Good and Decent and Praying for the Relief that Death Will Surely Bring……

Rolling my eyes. Yet, I smiled. Fucking smiled, a real smile. Right there in that little new age room with all those typical Asheville Types and I'm such a snob.………..Jesus Christ what next??? ……………….Jesus Christ?

I don't think so- I was a born again Christian 25 years ago, coming off shooting drugs, for about a year. Having had it once, I think that gives me immunity………

At any rate, from what I've gleaned thus far, I give these Heart cats a big thumbs up. Check 'em out. Heart Sanctuary.……here they are… I heartily recommend them from what I've gleaned so far. I'm going back. Plus, I'm going to check out all kinds of 'spiritual' groups and report on them right here on Eyes in the Pine.

If ya want.

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Febuary 14th

Is Valentine's Day Silly!

For the last half turn 'round the Sun, I've been corting the Muse. Following her everywhere, pretty much.

Well, She shows up in some pretty interesting places, I must say!

Meet Shannon. 47 years looking; I never lost her (nor could I ever)- but I was always afraid of her. Not so much any more, I'm very, very happy to report! Sorry Mom…..you'll like her, I promise!

Yeah, photo-shamanic journalism is a strange calling……..

Love is the Boss and I am her Bitch……

On a good day!


Some new motos up

Keep looking for who you never lost…………….

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Ooooo

This shot goes with previous post- another of Quan Yin. Here, to me anyway, she calms the beast and offers him water in the pool. Floating above. Above Her, Shiva dances as Wings. Maybe. Just my opinion- I could be wrong.

Either way, pretty fuckin' cool, if ya ask me.

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