Finding fat fleas
dirty dog disease
Scrappy’s summertime scratch
makes me mad.
I’m a sheep.
Hear me bleat.
Shear my fleece
Cos bein a sheep aint cheap.
Take my wool.
Three bags full.
You must think me a fool
Yet ’tis i who stands tall.
I’m no shabby-chic sheep
That goes weak at the knees,
Asking to be fleeced.
Controlled consumer disease.
Oppressed and repressed.
Celebrities side track us
While i watch society rust
Though i confess
That i have faith in us
To rise and uprise
Through counsel of the truly wise.
To show true humanity and humility.
To resolve to evolve.
Looking for liberation.
Am i naive to believe
It could be so easy
As to break on through
To the Otherside
Of Love and Light
And the Eternal Mind?
Lyrics and photography by my own amateur hand.
i am a sheep dressed up as a wolf in an other sheep’s fleece
that i may walk my field in peace.
the flock mock my smock that keeps me safe.
the wolves drool and yet keep their cool thinking i am of their school.
the sheep bleat their disbelief as the cruel wolves leave me be.
artwork found in google images and all rights belong to their respective owners
when i write of God (which is fairly often), i think of Krishna.
it’s difficult to find words that express the unknowable, the unprovable.
i’m not saying He exists, rather that i’m sure he does exist.
how can we give a name to the unknowable and unprovable? that which is beyond our senses and yet can be sensed by some?
one day i was annoyed by God and his law of nature (the nature of this planet) so i told him (i’ve told this story in it’s longer version a few months ago), promised to read his book properly if only he would stop the wind.
The gale force wind stopped.
so i bought an old bible and read it.
afterwoulds i told Him that i disagreed with it and that i had held my barter with him.
not long after i was introduced to Bhakti, which means Love and i was hooked, finally something that has an answer for everything, even if it’s a little difficult to comprehend with these material five senses.
i truly believe that these things happened due to my bargaining with God on that windy day.
i’ve always believed there is a God, i jus had to find him.
i’ve never believed in the devil.
nor that Jesus was the Son Of God. he may have been an avatar in much the same way as Buddha was.
everything that is not part of God is temporary, even the gods who, in the Christian tradition, may be thought of as angels i guess.
there is a story that Brahma was pretending to be God, so God absorbed him or something,
Brahma may be likened to the Norn who spins the thread of life and for a while there was no Brahma.
there was no soul great enough to become the new Brahma and so Krishna himself out of love became Brahma for a while.
i don’t believe that God in his infinite Truth Knowledge & Bliss would consign his souls to damnation.
i’m being harrased by household and parenting duties, may continue this later.