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johnprice

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John is a 58 year old guy from Menasha, Wisconsin, USA

Eye in Silence
We try so hard to touch the thing that makes us
to revel in the splendor of our questions
But then we come to know the breast has tamed us
so we fly into our dreams
to hold the stories we have lost
And in just a flicker note of random love
we raise our heads to see the Eye in Silence
and the many things that we have known
It's then that in our sensor nerves
we ask for what again
Never waking
walking walking resting
waiting here til longing
Slowly fading
into blackness of the sleep
~~~~~~~~~~~
The past is a postcard; the future, a flip of the coin.
~~~~~~~~~~~
no matter
how impossibly slow
you climb
it's best to remember
things take time
--trad
~~~~~~~~~~~ In this SU world, I have fun and do my best.

  • Just down the hall

    Created 10:28am

    There is nobility in acceptance. Not grand nobility like a king or queen. Not like a leader of human rights, not like a martyr. But to cast back many years to a thin young girl who seemed tough but when she got sick it took us all by surprise. Four boys and this girl. Her parents couldn't exactly understand the idea of roommates, but we could, given the shiny ideas we used to decorate the two-bedroom apartment on Madison's south side. For awhile some of us pretended to go to college, but that wasn't our direction at the time. When she got sick and had to go to the hospital and then we were told she was really sick and might not get better, we still didn't understand. Even though the crystal melodies we ate couldn't take us to a place where one of us might really die.

    I sit any read the words of Onyx, knowing full well her name and recalling letting her have my bed while I slept on the floor until she recovered. Now a lifetime later, the nobility is recalled as she writes, "You know they told me at that time that I would need a valve replacement by the time I was 30. And also told me not to have kids and to live without doing steps and other things. Jeeze, remember I was reading the tiebetian book of the dead while in the hospital? I guess I just left it all up to the mystery of life and no one really knows. It is a congenital defect, so I always had it, but at that time pneumonia got on the already defective valve. Oh well it still works, and really never gave me any trouble since.

    Anyway still sucking air."


    Just down the hall, in the bedroom on the left, she slept and then got better. And the lifetime in between? Just down the hall.

    Kabhir-John Price (musings in the journal)
  • book excerpt (in progress)

    Created Dec 14

    Then that simple but huge question returns. Why was there ever anything? There was the initial Who am I? Where did I come from? -- matters of significance to all budding philosophers who care from adolescence or about who and what they are.

    Important things to consider are inertia and entropy. Put these in a spherical container of energy. In fact, make the inside of the container solid mirror. Put yourself inside it and ------- look -------. What do you see? Add continuous ambient sound, like waves or a cackling fire. Look at it from the inside, all mirrors, mirroring ------- what -------? Then step outside and look at it as an object. From inside, eternity and energy. From the outside, a crystal ball emanating more data than the mind could discern. This is all pure fantasy, but it evolves into a visual metaphor for the inside-out universe we have. The harmonics, light, and heat patterns are the various theoretical dimensions. Imagine this whole set of concepts playing out in every atom of your body, every cell, your thought processes. Words fall short, but the picture here is pretty vividly dramatic and instructive.

    Because everything is happening at once, all definitions, speculations, predictions, exist in the kind of sphere just described. So, if one point of view is the inside of the sphere and one is from a looker at the sphere. Where is the looker?

    Then, let it all fade into meditation. But the let it fade is not an implication that this will be easy. Throw yourself into the lap of the universe with trust, and you will not be treated kindly. You will assaulted, challenged on every level, as you seek to get right. If the Way of the Cross is a metaphor, and in the origins of every world spiritual tradition such a metaphor exists, it is the story of our acquiring, living with, and strengthening ourselves with the dedication to understanding and living in true harmony with all things that drives this thing.

    In the Zen poem, Song of Zazen, Master Hakuin, says, Even he who has practiced meditation for just one sitting will see all his twisted Karma erased. That's a comforting thought, and true in many ways, but to sustain your clear and wakened life, it takes commitment. Of course, this commitment is not uniform for all people.

    So, we try very hard to make it count. Pity the people who move through their lives without considering what really matters. The daily hum-drum of this and that takes up the bulk of time for those oblivious to their condition. On one level, perhaps they're better off, trifling their way along. But do they not see the beauty of the mountains, the clouds moving across the sky, the incredible intelligence of an ant colony? This sentience, this self-awareness, a curse from the standpoint of knowing our own death will come, though many are as oblivious to this as they are to the grand nature of existence. This ability to see oneself in a context presents many curses of pain, the worry that comes in the terrors of the dark night when we cannot sleep. But then there is the morning, offering us diamonds, not hardened by time and pressure, but presented on the platter of timeless wonder. Let us thank goodness for the sense of wonder, especially if it pervades well into old age. Can there be a better gift?

    Kabhir-John Price (book in progress)
  • Image Display

    Rated Dec 13 1 review astronomy, science, space, technology space.com

    It's quite interesting that so many "anomalies" appear and are apparently photographed. What strikes me here is the explanation, offered by Russia, that it's a human-made visual, a missile gone awry. Yet others wonder if that is indeed true, and even if it is, what the implications are.
  • Dogtown: Death and Enchantment in a New England Ghost...

    Rated Dec 13 1 review culture, history, literature, legends and myths, esoterica dogtownthebook.com

    Since I live near a place called Dogtown in east-central Wisconsin, I am particularly interested in the topic, and the author is erudite.
  • http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Adlai_Stevenson_shows_a...

    Rated Dec 10 1 review history, cold war, united states, cuba, soviet union wikipedia.org



    I was a child when this happened. I do remember it. Despite my father being a Republican, I always liked Adlai Stevenson. What a time. It could have been the end of "modern society."

    Do we have free will?
  • One of the What if's

    Created Dec 08

    Johnprice: Here's a question, and I beg to mostly move away from the purely esoteric, despite the poetic: What about the concept of "white holes," continuously interacting, eating, digesting, passing, on and on, the black hole? Eating Infinity, the menu?

    Kabhir-John Price (Esoterica Ellipses)
  • Pathos

    Created Dec 07

    Suffer the man who has a deep and broad conscience but lacks the will to act upon his inner voice.

    Kabhir-John Price (treatise on Truth)
  • http://scenenewspaper.com/green-choices/32-green-choices/...

    Created Dec 06

    Buddhist Adviser: Dark Buddha: Where is the fear? E-mail

    A visitor to my Internet writing site recently-----

    [The latest in paper.]

    scenenewspaper.com/green-choices/32-green-choices/66-buddhist-adviser [scenenewspaper.com/green-choices/32-green-choices/66-buddhist-adviser] .
  • Cory Chisel live at Electric Lady Studios on Baeblemusic

    Rated Dec 06 2 reviews music, arts, americana baeblemusic.com

    Just "discovered" this local fellow. I taught in the schools where he went. Good stuff. He's not shy.
  • Irish Folk Icon Liam Clancy Dies : NPR

    Rated Dec 05 1 review folk music, irish music, soul npr.org

    A great soul with a superb voice and style. RIP.