Mythtery, Oh Mythtery…..

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Mythtery, Oh Mythtery
by Lee Broom

 

Don’t be satisfied with stories, how things have gone with others.

Unfold your own myth.”

~ Rumi

Does it matter that I got it right?

Must Eleven rhyme with Heaven?

Why not Seven?

Isn’t it enough that I experienced Love?

Must I care……

That I err?

Or whether?

Or never?

Who is to judge?

When will it stop?

Perhaps if  I lock……..

The door.

(I shall permit only speechless animals in my life.)

(I shall nod my head and tap my toes to the changeless rhythm of the many Faces of Fear and then I’ll be able to continue with my studies.)

Will I still be able to experience Love?

I wonder what Rumi would say,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

(What is so Mythterious, Lee.)

Comments, please.

Thank you.

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A Six Pack, a Hammer and a Church Key, Please.

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It is said that it is easier to break an empty bottle of beer than a sealed one.

It is also said that it  is easier to break anything than to fix it, unless that thing is an undesired habit or a relationship.

Is it any consolation to realize that when a thing is made by man,  that something was first destroyed?

Whatever we make of ourselves requires raw materials, desire and a whole lotta Love.

Felves by Lee Broom

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“I’m perfectly happy with my perfect self.”

Said the perfectly happy, perfect elf

“Except for only one thing.

I never learned how to sing.”

 

“Sing?” Trilled the fairy with voice so clear

“I’ll give you a voice we’ll all love to hear”

She waved her wand; it went “bling”

“Now let your new voice ring.”

 

Elf opened wide and tried his new sound

A lovely voice so mellow and round

Except for only one thing

To his old self he wanted to cling.

 

“I was perfectly happy with my perfect self”

Said the formerly happy, perfect elf

“Except for only one thing

I’m a bit of a dingaling.”

 

“Now that I’m perfect there’s nothing to change

There’s nothing at all left to rearrange

If only I had some wings”

Fairy waved her wand; it went “bling”.

 

If you’re looking for a happy ending, there is only Now. But let’s suppose that the elf is an ordinary self much like you and I. Elf discovered that his new voice was not new at all; he had been so enamored with his new persona that he failed to notice that his fairy friend now spoke with the husky voice which had once been his and that Fairy no longer had wings. The swap was irreversible. They now must learn to accept themselves and each other or spend the rest of their days being miserable.

Elf decided that Fairy must have loved him

A bushel and a peck

As the old song goes

And a hug around the neck

As the old song continues.

“Will you marry me” he trilled.

“Yes I will, yes I will”, she croaked.

So they were married by an elfin priest in the Magical Church of Fairyland and promised to spend their lives together, loving and sharing and maybe even raising some little felves. I never did learn how it all turned out. Are they happy together? Are they together? Are they…..? If I hear anything I’ll let you know.

Human Traits and Attributes

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Why do we describe God with human traits and attributes?

If God is limited to doing what humans do, only better, how is this helpful?

If we describe God in terms that do not apply to mankind, what would they be?

What are the missing attributes which would complete us?

Do you often wish you possessed the ability to Love at will? Or to stop? At will?

Are there moments in your life when you wish that you possessed total knowledge of past and future as well as current events?

Has there ever been a time in your life when you did not feel powerless when confronted with problems?

Are you troubled when you lose your car keys? Your glasses? The name of a friend or perhaps even a beloved family member?

When you ask for help what new trait or attribute that you feel you lack do you suppose will be present when a solution to a given problem becomes apparent

The Children…..continued.

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This is a story of  twelve good men; Tough guys.

No stars in their eyes

They’re wise.

They’ve discovered the Prize

Of eternal youth.

 

In each one is a boy of ten.

middle aged men

with a yen

to be free.

They are Children, they are

Invisible children, Accepting the Love and passing it Far. Amen.

Look for the fellow standing on his head. He’s the Alfred Hitchcock of this video production. You’ll see him upside down at the beginning of the show and again at the end.

He just sorta blends in. This is Morris.       http://vimeo.com/53479807

 

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  (I was unable to embed this video but click on the link and you will be glad that you did; twelve grown men, getting it done, having fun while they do it, Enjoy.)