The Day After Impossible

A parable inside the unknown surrounded by accepted reality (Or … what happens next is up to you)!

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“Hey! What’s that you’re holding in your hands? I can see light streaming between your closed fingers.”

“Oh you mean this,” the young lady responded.  She spread open her hands into a cupped position revealing a swirling glowing orb nestled in her brightly lit palms.

“It’s tomorrow,”  she said. “Well, sort of. Actually I’m holding time itself. Okay, to be absolutely precise you can view this as the energy of time. Like a miniature version of our solar system.”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous,” he responded. “Are you insane, you can’t hold tomorrow. It’s not a thing. That makes no sense, besides it hasn’t happened yet and you certainly can’t hold time either because it’s not a thing either so it’s … it’s … well it’s impossible.”

“How do you know it’s impossible?” The woman countered with a grin. The glowing orb seemed to swirl and shine more intensely while she spoke.

“Because it absolutely is. Some things you just know.” This he stated in a dismissive matter-of-fact manner.

“It’s obvious.” He added, even as he remained mezmerized with her current evidence to the contrary. He continued to watch the glowing orb and a small doubt began to worm its way into his brain’s clearly limited thinking capacity.

“Alright then, my good fellow,” said the lady holding the orb. “If you truly believe it’s impossible then you won’t mind if I drop this ‘orb of tomorrow’ on the ground so that it shatters?” She began to open her fingers.

“WAIT!” The man quickly thrust his hands out and up indicating she should stop. “Not saying I believe you, but if what you say is true why would you do that?”

“Why, to prove my point of course!” She stated, paused in her actions as if to consciously deliberate his words in her clearly more developed and open mind.

“Then what happens if there’s no tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never dropped it before.”

“But if what you say is true, tomorrow won’t come!” His anxiety was mounting.

“Nah. According to you that would be impossible … right?” She smiled a confident little smile and let the brightly lit orb drop to the ground.

Nothing appeared to happen, as the ‘orb of tomorrow’ shattered into a multitude of sparkling pieces.

“What does this mean? Nothing happened.” His heart beating rapidly, the man surveyed the various pieces of orb laying all around.

“Well, not that we can see … at least so far,” came her ambiguous answer. She bent over and carefully picked up pieces and shards of broken orb placing them into the various pockets on her jacket. She paused then with a look of concentration on her face.

“Although we can’t really see frequencies.” Her brow was furrowed deep in thought. “But we can feel them. Frequencies of good feelings and bad feelings that will shape our thoughts and actions. So, I guess maybe we’ll be able to sense any changes that happen.”

“Yeah, sure. Fine. Whatever!” He said dismissively. “But what about tomorrow. Is it going to come or what?”

“I don’t know, I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“I don’t get it. What was the point?”

“Point? Oh, right. I’m thinking the point was we have more control over what happens in our everyday lives than we think we do … if we act on them.”

“Okay, I guess I sort of understand that.”

“Good.” She began to leave.

He continued on. “… but what about tomorrow?”

“I guess we have to wait and see, unless you’d like to give today a try. We can test my ‘orb of today’ if you like.” She turned back towards him holding out a new glowing orb in her hands.

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We, each one of us, do hold the reality of our future (today and tomorrow) in our hands. We should never doubt it, not for a single nano-second. Things may be happening all around us but we still have the ability to respond with how we’re going to react.  What we do with our reactions … that’s still up to each of us, isn’t it?

Hope your week is going well. As well as may be expected anyway, my friends.

Take care of you,

With much open and unconditional love,

~ Penny

Go You Softly, Into Night of Day

 

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Go You Softly, Into Night of Day

There are those who despair the day even before it begins!

There are  those who despair the day, even as it ends!

There  are those who despair the day whenever trouble wends!

… And then there will be those who don’t!

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Those who with quiet strength manage to find a way!

Those who are standing strong, helping others in each new day!

and those, in spite of adversity – by your side do always stay.

So I say to you:

“Go You softly into night of day,

Trust in your heart to guide along the way.

And know that love spreads faster than

the fear of fear ‘can ever can’.”

~ Plh, 2016

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Your compassion, prayers and hopes are sorely needed now for those suffering and in harms way, both here in the USA and abroad. Care, share, and help as you can.

With much affection,

~ Penny

Dichotomy’s Dissertation of Lonely and Alone

A creative interpretation through the medium of words viewing man’s struggle to understand man.

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All Alone Am I

“Seeking through the blur of today’s truths

blending with yesterdays untruths (well, my interpretation thereof)

I find myself staring out the window

through early morning misty emptiness

even as

sunlight streams through my senses

creating a blistering awareness of being alive …

and worthy? I do not think I know what that word truly means

or in the obtuseness of my current thinking processes

it seems I don’t wish to know.

Yet do I recognize

how lonely am I

midst humanity’s crush

where futility sneaks in to blossom and flourish

in spite of hope.

Hope? Are you out there?

I’ve lost my way and find

my new reality is reminding me that

there is not one single soul caring

(the perception that I may still be of some selfish use for them not withstanding)

about me in this mass of life’s everything-ness.

Caring about

where I be

why I am

or even

more explicitly …

Who am I and if I am, do I indeed matter – in the whole scheme of things … do I?”

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~ Plh, 2016

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Sigh, it does seem, on some days that we humans are more confused than not. But I believe we are all seeking our place in the whole mixture of life’s adventure. And then there are those clever little things called “our emotions” likening to a riptide, riding high one moment and pulling you under the next. But I also believe we do, somehow, always manage to #GoOn! And that is a most excellent thing!🙂 Have a great day and wonderful weekend to come.

With much sincere affection,

~ Penny

Molecules of Poetry ~ A Parallel Peripheral 

“Sometimes I miss it – the beauty of a moment ~ which then moves on in stealthy fashion.

Analogous vibrating molecules of the poetry of a beautiful passing moment, shifting from here and now to a parallel peripheral to become cosmic music resonating through hyper space perhaps escaping to one of the eleven dimensions of which theoretical physicists speculate.

Meanwhile in this universe, the temporary abode where I reside, vision and senses once again caught up in deluded preoccupation with just plain regular things. Known entities with known outcomes being naught but what they always are …

. . . distractions!

Thus in that moment of sheer wonder, the perfect and spontaneous specialness of a beautiful moment dissipates and this new potential entry into the poetry of my life will not be written or experienced by me, but heard for ever more somewhere out there in the Universal Collective Consciousness. But then it’s all relative, isn’t it. Sigh.” Penny L. Howe, 2016

Tempus Fugit – The Irreplaceability of Escaping Time!

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When Roman poet Virgil wrote of ‘Tempus Fugit’, his words at first glance seem to simply imply that of time hurrying past. But I’m convinced that he was actually thinking of the loss of time due to a preoccupation with things of no true value that in turn steal precious time away from us.

And so it is today. We are losing so much of our precious time as we seem to be completely caught up in the artificiality of today’s social norm.

It is sad. Everything has commercial value in our commercial world … and time, well time seems to have no value at all because we are so indiscriminately wasting it away.

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We’re wasting away our immutable time

consumption soon beyond our repair,

our todays and tomorrows will then all be gone

And escaping time … alas … will not care.

~ Plh, 2016

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Be wise with your time it does seem to pass quickly by in today’s world. Have a positive week ahead.

With affection,

~ Penny

 

 

 

 

The Freedom of Your Thoughts … Illusionary?

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Does the mind wander? Be cautious, there is flotsam – impregnable, polluting, and ever enticing – floating nearby, sometimes successfully pulling one inexorably toward the shores of inevitability.

Is there true freedom in thought? I wonder?

Grains of truth and hope do sparkle along the shoreline and can be found clinging in shallow tidal pools of awareness, even as the currents of existence ebb and flow.

Away from these imponderable shores, one can be found being concerned with futures. Wandering thoughts venture into the Mountains and Valleys of Uncertainties where contraindications often lead to the Cliffs of Lemmings where – located at the extreme edge – is the precipice of one’s known reality. If not careful our thoughts can morph into a herd-like mentality.

I know we do not desire for conscious thoughts to be distorted from the natural order of things, nor do we willfully choose to be persuaded, influenced or lulled into a condition contrary to who we are.

Yet there are outward influences that often subjugate our understanding and desire for a thing. Often insidious and unequivocally mind altering.

So I shall ask again. Are our thoughts really our own?  And if not – I promise that I – for one – will escape the shores of my own Inevitability!

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Thank you, may your weekend be a pleasant one.

~ Penny

What do you really see in the world today and does it matter?

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In your daily activities, do you see the image of the thing or the thing itself! Life is life. People are people. Things are just things! Getting our priorities in order will hopefully be what puts humanity back on course.

Some saw it coming, the age of large industrial companies and now technological corporations as well, multinational megalithic companies employing 9 to 5 (or longer hrs) workers (hence an outdated school system that hasn’t kept pace but keeps churning out children to be workers for others), removal from home environments in country settings and removal, for many people, from nature itself. The abuse going on with each other, with wild animals, with our lands and seas, wouldn’t be happening if we (all of us) were paying attention and not so intensely focused on those created images manufactured to sell the next new latest, greatest thing! Things. Lots and lots of things.

We have to re-energize our souls. Stop the hate, which achieves nothing but more hate. Stop the killing. It’s wrong :period: Begin again by paying attention to what matters. Family, friends, neighborhoods, communities and yes the manner in which we are governed. The purpose of having governments is to protect the rights of it’s citizens. This cannot happen when governments and politicians around the world are controlled by big business interests, which they are. As are the wars and the subsequent poverty in emerging countries by willful disregard for the needs of the locals when big business moves in.

There is so much raw potential in the human spirit to make a positive difference in our world today. Truly awesome, but it cannot continue on it’s current path.

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If mother nature had a form

mayhaps she’d be a tree,

or a little garden worm

but not the likes of ……me or thee!

Penny L Howe, 2015

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I know there are many who feel as I do, I am hopeful the number of passionate people for intelligent change on our planet continues to grow, just as life should be allowed to do!

Thanks for stopping by, hope you’re enjoying your weekend – have a great week ahead and as always take care of you!

With much affection,

~ Penny