THE HONEST TRUTH ABOUT HONESTY, HONEST(L)Y

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I was at my favorite meeting yesterday morning. We are a small group of fifteen or so people who try to live a spiritual life.

We invite a guest speaker who talks about his or her spiritual discoveries at the end of which talk a topic is forthcoming.

The chairperson mentioned that with only fifteen people, there would be two groups and that the smokers would congregate outside.

Our speaker gave a fascinating talk which included tales of watching the heavens from a sleeping bag in fifty countries around the world and a word or two about having once had a job but that he preferred traveling.

It was the speaker’s responsibility to choose a topic; the topic was HONESTY.

When we broke into groups I joined the smokers for the freedom that the patio had to offer. Our speaker joined us outside, he at one end of the table, I at the other.

So…

What does one say about HONESTY? The truth of any subject is hidden from us; that is to say that the truth of everything is guarded by the future. That is why we measure everything.

The truth of speed is measured in MPH or FPS. Life experience is measured in years, months perhaps seconds. But HONESTY?

A lie is easier to understand but like HONESTY it cannot be measured. Does HONESTY even exist? Perhaps if we subjected the quality of HONESTY  to the power of something else, but what? Perception perhaps? Or awareness?

Each of these words imply that perhaps there is no HONESTY, but what? Belief? If our beliefs change over time would not the person whose life is being guided by these beliefs have a change at least, in attitude?

Is attitude a synonym for HONESTY? A modifier? A quality? These were the thoughts I had and which I shared with the group. Our guest seemed puzzled by the change in what was now being said about this subject and when the metamorphous reached his end of the table,  agreed that HONESTY was a difficult topic.

Next week I think I’ll stay indoors. HONEST(L)Y.

Update: Perhaps SINCERELY.

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THE MOMENT OF TRUTH

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THE MOMENT OF TRUTH


True Memory includes the Future.

The Truth of History is that it has no Beginning.

The Truth of The Beginning is that it isn’t here yet.

The Truth of Now is that it never, ever leaves us.

The Truth of Peril is that it is never a surprise.

The Truth of Fear is that it exists only in the future.

The Truth about the Future is that it does not exist at all.

The Truth about the Past is that it  came too soon,   left to fast and never really was.

So what must we, can we (do we want to?) do?

The Next thing?  The Right thing?  The Best thing? The Best guessed  thing?

Anything…?

At all?

May we speak authoritatively about the unknowable?

Is Truth discovered?

Defended?

Amended?

Upended?

The Truth of All is in Forever.

The Truth about The Lie is that it is not.

Every response to Fear, every Smile, every Frown, every Attack upon another, every bolt of frightening, tightening in the gut in the rush to save another…

Every Flash of lightning  (tut-tut), is known to each and warmed by all.

The Truth?

Perhaps…

Or Not

The Truth of Now is that it never, ever leaves us. The same is often said of God.

 

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Thank you. Lee Broom.

 

 

THE MEASURE OF TIMELESSNESS

A full-sky NASA map of the oldest light in the universe — the aftermath of the Big Bang. Colors indicate “warmer” (red) and “cooler” (blue) spots. The oval shape is a projection to display the whole sky; similar to the way the globe of the earth can be represented as an oval.

 

THE MEASURE OF TIMELESSNESS

The pathway to Knowledge is paved with Love.

The measure of distance is unusually incomprehensible.

The vision of Destiny is absolutely unfathomable.

That Faith is required begs the question.

 

IN SEARCH OF LEADERSHIP. Once an essay – now a love story

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LOVE ON A HIGH WIRE

It is impossible as head-nodders for us to learn the true subject of our gossip.

But chatter we do,
nod we do,
smile and frown and clap we do…

like starlings at early dawn,
we protest, quarrel and yawn.

We flap, we rustle, we cling together and rise afeather…
seeking the leader
whose silent tether

greets the grey of gloomy,
now gone.

As sundown teases, murmeration ceases;  with one last rustle, we rhyme with the rhythm of billowing blather,
our restlessness astir
as darkness overcomes.

Tomorrow we rise a-more
and like dawnings come before…

we’ll dismount from our roosts, our heads awaggle,we’ll gossip and gaggle; we’ll harp – we will haggle

And as the bloated carcasses of our forgotten comrades add nourishment to the earth, one or two will ask “do you remember whats-her-name?”.

“Oh yes” we reply, “she had so many strange, new ideas”.

And with heads abob we bestow our final, limited approval in measured doses…

and our world nods approval to the brief observance of continuity,
forgetting yet
another
Love Story.

 


Lee Broom

 

 

IN THE LANGUAGE OF LOVERS OR BACK SCRATCHERS

 

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THE LANGUAGE OF LOVERS

EMPATHY is the language of Lovers; SYMPATHY on the other hand is the language of the aloof.

Empathy is the Affirmation of the Fearless, the Willingness of the Faithful, and the home of Compassionate, Freedom Lovers everywhere. Empathy is outbound and frees those who know Love to share it. “Accept the love”; be willing to share it; to “Accept the Love and pass it on”.

THE BACK-SCRATCHER’S MANTRA

SYMPATHY is the ammunition of the compettive poeple  everywhere. it segues from Been there – done that (I’ll never go there again.)”,  “I know whatcha mean”,  “Yup, I can identify with that; why I remember…”. Theirs is the voice of Approval, at best; a bargaining chip; “I’ll make your world safer but you’ll owe me; know what I mean, know what I mean, huh, huh, do ya huh?”

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Lee Broom

 

Gratitude is not an IOU;