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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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

Time in a Bottle.

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If one can pretend that time is an illusion, then perhaps an interesting question might be…..”What (then) is the ultimate result of evolution” (yes, I know that this sentence contains three references to time). If the inquisitive soul who posed that inquiry wanted more information and added to the mix, the supposition that all matter is permanently endowed with memory, then what?

Ask around.

I wonder what happens when………

In the beginners mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s there are few. Shunryu Suzuki.

In Nineteen Seventy Six I perceived an idea for a book, the subject of which I knew nothing but wanted desperately to know all. I began the writing project immediately. I had a few questions. I found some answers. The questions grew. With the exception of an occasional weekend retreat or camping on the Mogollon Rim my journey became a mission, the questions increasing exponentially, the answers begging for more.

Last year I finally found the answer I was looking for. Realizing that if I compiled this life’s work which had given my life purpose for 36 years, it would surely fill many volumes. Dauntless, I created this, the first of six blogs and began to write. Rather than speaking directly about what I had learned, I chose instead to focus on one of the many subcategories and tap out a short essay, a poem, perhaps a dialogue.

Recently, in answer to a friend’s question inquiring about what I had learned in half a lifetime of writing about The Subject, I was stunned to discover that my very comprehensive reply took only a minute.

I began the book.

“I wonder what happens when……….”

Who, What, Where, When, Why? (Standing before the mirror on my 73rd birthday, talking to my most recent view of myself.)

Who wants to know?

What exactly is the question?

Where were you when this question first occurred to you?

When did this first occur to you?

Why is this so important to you?

Have you developed any theories in your quest for data?

Is there a point beyond which you will cease to wonder?

Does it bother you that all your friends have the answers to these questions?

Does it bother you that your friends haven’t a shred of evidence to support their answers to your questions?

This is not a poem, Lee.

This does not exist.

This does not, you silly thing

Reveal more than the gist

Of anything.

Be still

And

Grab your camera.

Time in a bottle.

If one can pretend that time is an illusion, then perhaps an interesting question might be…..”What (then) is the ultimate result of evolution” (yes, I know that this sentence contains three references to time). If the inquisitive soul who posed that inquiry wanted more information and added to the mix, the supposition that all matter is permanently endowed with memory, then what?

Ask around.