color my bland day
painted paper stone and clay
purple yellow green
a quiet place where our minds meet
color my bland day
painted paper stone and clay
purple yellow green
only when love leaves
silently sunset arrives
heart is filled with tears
~~~~~~~~~the word today starts with “R”. Regret. Remorse. Repent. Repressed. Reversed. In matters of human relationship sometimes the harm done is irrevocable. You just cannot reverse the car and pretend that nothing had happened if you have already run over something. On the other hand, the word today can start afresh in more positive expressions: Refreshed, Restored, Reconciled, Rejoice, Regenerated, Rejuvenated, Re-engineered, Revalued (upward), Renovated and many more. There are neutral words too. Revealed. What is revealed is good or bad depends on the content revealed. But it also depends on the interpretor. Like this picture I took with a shaky hand from a vehicle behind a glass barrier. It turned out poorly. But the actual content (the sunset view on a flat land with still water and weeds) is quite nice to behold. I missed the opportunity of capturing the moment of beauty and grace. But did I really miss it? No, there is a sharp and accurate picture stored in my memory (far more superior than a chip). In relationship too, we may think of the past with some regrets. But when we really recall, we can find more moments of joy and love truly shared and treasured. It is the positive contents of a relationship that matter. Yet, on some lonesome moments when we look at old photos, we still would wish we could have loved the others better. Resolution? Take all the positive Rs and start working on relationships that matter to me.
Love never fails. (1 Corinthians 13:8a)
they burst out living
turning this corner walking
winter spring in all
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Just before he leaves this place he walks round to see if there is any moment of joy and hope he can capture and send to her. Someone says that even in winter some trees will bloom if there is sunshine for a few days. He has prayed and the sun has come out. So he braves the cold and goes out to say goodbye to the wind and trees. He always looks for pictures of moments of beauty and hope. Because he knows it matters. Life matters. Here they are-lives bursting out even behind a fence. A neighbor’s garden of hope.
You are my hiding place and my shield;
I hope in Your word.
Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.
Come and be My guest, He said, smiling into my eyes.
Traveler turns around
Pursuing the still small voice
Look, an eagle soars.
Wherefore he comes round
Stirring waves of rushing sound
Cloud to cloud ahoy.
Swift as light he glides
Azure coast to coast he dives
Leaving jet behind.
Reading some wise words from several Nobel Literature Laureates, I list these below to remind myself during my momentary attempts at haiku, often after taking an interesting picture.
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. (T. S. Eliot)
Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace. (Juan Ramon)
I don’t think poetry comes from an education…I think that it comes from God. (Joseph Brodsky)
The experience of a poem is the experience both of a moment and of a lifetime. (T. S. Eliot)
I do not go in search of poetry. I wait for poetry to visit me. (Eugenio Montale)
a whole new fresh world revealed
small things do matter
dayspring colors our best youth
joyous and faithful
2 Samuel 23:3-5 New Living Translation (NLT)
3 The God of Israel spoke.
The Rock of Israel said to me:
‘The one who rules righteously,
who rules in the fear of God,
4 is like the light of morning at sunrise,
like a morning without clouds,
like the gleaming of the sun
on new grass after rain.’
5 “Is it not my family God has chosen?
Yes, he has made an everlasting covenant with me.
His agreement is arranged and guaranteed in every detail.
He will ensure my safety and success.
Mirco Mencacci ( Pontedera , 1961 ) is a film sound editor. At the age of four, became blind due to a gunshot party accidentally. He was then forced to move to Genoa to attend a special school for the blind. Here he discovered his talent for music, and especially for the sound.
He has developed an exceptional hearing that led him to be a sound editor among the most popular in Italian cinema. Mencacci inspired the making of the movie Red Like the Sky that taking a cue from his personal story illustrates the conditions of the special schools in the 70s.
A summary review of the movie: The movie depicts the story of Mirco, the victim of a freak childhood accident in 1970 that robbed him permanently of his sight, and how he is taken to a Genoan boarding school for Catholic boys, due to the stipulations of the Italian government. Not one to be daunted or repressed, Mirco forges a heartwarming friendship with the daughter of the school gatekeeper; the two abscond together, via her bicycle, on a series of secret trips to the closest cinema. Meanwhile, at the school, being sensitive to sound, Mirco begins recording his own sound dramas with the school’s tape recorder and the use of audio books in the institution’s library. In time, the innovative young boy invites other students to participate, who eagerly accept, and Mirco uses the activity to help fellow student identify his own innate gifts and pursue his dreams. The story ends with a grand finale wherein the blind students present a sound drama with different sounds created by them working on various creatively concocted instruments/utensils which bring the reality of a natural world into the auditorium. Life without sight can carry on with sound and creative mind.
This is a very positive story of sound and mind. Highly recommended by this mindman blogger.
One exists 100% when one lives the truth. Otherwise one lives not his own life but others. Truth involves words. When words are eradicated, no truth exists.
The mindman discovers that a reality check on truth is for everyone with a mind to complete. Every thought ought to be a reflection of the truth about oneself. Here is the mindman’s confession.
At one time I was convinced that the mind itself was the truth.
I was very sure that I had the truth and my mind controlled the truth. After all, who could have known me better than my mind knows myself? Surely my mind knows best where I am concerned.
If the mind is loyal to its master, then it would have functioned 100% for my benefits, for my good, for my well being. The ‘me’ or ‘my’ or ‘self’ is very big in the dictionary of the mindman, indeed the whole world to a person who thinks he exists because he thinks.
If the above is true, then everyone (body, soul, and spirit) should be happy. But in real life this is not so. Instead, the mind is subject to deceptions and mental attacks. Why? Because not one mind is perfect or altruistic. Who sets the standards for the mind to function? Who really knows oneself? If the mind sets its own standards of performance then it merely sets those for its own convenience and benefits. It would not bother with anything concerning the well being of the other parts of the body or the soul. (One who exists by his mind does not know about his spirit, so there is no point mentioning his spirit).
As previously written the mind is habit. Habit is a convenience. Which mind would not prefer convenience? In another word, idleness.
The commercial society knows this preference best. It comes up with a lot of commercial conveniences. The mind does not need to do any hard work. It can always pick and choose the decision that offers the easiest and requires least physical and mental effort. Forget about moral. Ignore others well being. Self love, self promotion, and self preservation are the utmost priority.
If there is a reality check on the mind, most significant and common finding will be the atrophy of the brain cells that recall facts and make decision. Signs? Who cares about mental mathematics calculation these days when every mobile phone has a calculator? Who cares to remember phone numbers or addresses or even faces with names when every one has a mobile phone with ease of access to each person’s data so openly stored on the internet? Symbols (including short utterances concocted by the modern digital community) are so easily available and of such rich variety, so why bother to remember words or languages?
Thoughts with no words. Mind with no thoughts. The mindman shudders when he has a glimpse of the inevitable future of human ‘mind’.
Worse, minds with untruth about oneself and others. How will human decision be made? When lies and deceptions become the ruler of the minds, the world’s end will surely arrive. There will be no need for any other form of war. The minds self-destruct itself by a gradual process of atrophy.
Worst, empty minds think themselves powerful.
For Christians to ponder: What can you do when you become wordless?
The Lord Jesus had warned the churches: “…and all the churches shall know that I am He who searches the minds and hearts. And I will give to each one of you according to your works.” Revelation 2:23
A positive and powerful way of the mind:
Romans 8:4-6 Amplified Bible (AMP)
4 So that the righteous and just requirement of the Law might be fully met in us who live and move not in the ways of the flesh but in the ways of the Spirit [our lives governed not by the standards and according to the dictates of the flesh, but controlled by the Holy Spirit].
5 For those who are according to the flesh and are controlled by its unholy desires set their minds on and pursue those things which gratify the flesh, but those who are according to the Spirit and are controlled by the desires of the Spirit set their minds on and seek those things which gratify the [Holy] Spirit.
6 Now the mind of the flesh [which is sense and reason without the Holy Spirit] is death [death that comprises all the miseries arising from sin, both here and hereafter]. But the mind of the [Holy] Spirit is life and [soul] peace [both now and forever].