Problems

All my problems seem so solid, only solutions flow. I seem solid, although quantum physics tells me that all matter is made up of mainly empty space. The forces of attraction and repulsion seem solid, as matter is pressed against me or as I press upon some matter’s place.

Existential matters seem heavy as though they weigh unkind upon my mind.

Financial matters seem like actual things that knot together and insist upon a form, upon formal meetings with a choreographed manner of processing what’s due where, to whom, when and what for, in a matter of due diligence, contracted service, work, payment and statements as receipts.

All breath flows, in and out. My blood flows across expansion and contraction, my food digests within a peristalsis of squeeze and release. Everything that is living flows, conversation flows, air, water and electricity flows, love flows.

It doesn’t seem to me, at times that my life is flowing, that it is within necessary boundaries, pressured and purposeful, pumping it’s energy toward a goal; that it’s much fun.

God calls me to return to Love’s flow, in the here and now. Who is the miser of my misery? Not He who makes all, but the he or she who would try make small the beauty of Her face.

I’ve written and written blog entries, social media posts and tweets. It seems a …. long drawn out debt …. man of words, a merely sent invoice for my time’s blood, seeping from a gash of an amateur’s concern for a professional game never really played. It seems that my past life has been nothing but a secret, leaked.

So for now farewell, my android’s metaphoric pen must cap: my leaky way become more light, more robust if I’m to survive, escape and pay down my debt to those who would prefer to see me dead, like them.

Only solutions flow.

“Say Allah then leave them to plunge in vain discourse and trifling” ….

(No just estimate of Allah do they make when they say: “Nothing doth Allah send down to man (by way of revelation)” Say: “Who then sent down the Book which Moses brought? – a light and guidance to man: But ye make it into (separate) sheets for show, while ye conceal much (of its contents): therein were ye taught that which ye knew not – neither ye nor your fathers.” Say: “(Allah) (sent it down)”: Then leave them to plunge in vain discourse and trifling. – Al Qur’an 6:91 (Y. Ali) )

Union of opposites

Travelling through the calamity of past events
Rocks from outer space
Or missiles from inner space
Destruction happened anyway
Consciousness survived, or has it?

Components of consciousness
Exponents of self regard
Flailing arms of warning, unheeded
For though you need
You do not see, do not hear.

There are no more components
Not until we get through
The challenge of our failure
The cul-de-sac of our fear
Of mistakes proving inadequacy

Everyone makes mistakes
To learn to walk, talk, chalk
To play …. then the fear sets in
Politicians say mistakes render
The opposition unfit to lead

Everyone makes mistakes
To learn anything …. hence
The chasm of separation
Between the leaders and the led
The living and the nearly dead

The Unions are not in union
Kidnapped by capital forces
Now, the only way back
For democracy to be healed
Everyone join a Union

Unshackle the Unions then
To back the local folk
Break the partisan sickness
Break the whip against conscience
Restore the portals to the unseen

Join a Union, local to you
Break the links to Labour
Back the candidate for the locality
Restore independent voices
Break the easy management

The Unions frightened capital
In the early twentieth century
Capital drew it deep inside
The mighty puppet machine
To divide and rule, misrule

Back to the future
Join any Union in your locality
Become active in the Union
Replace sick leadership, sponsor
Any MP/Councillor to work for you

Restore the Unions
Wake up you working folks
All wings of politics
External to the machine
Make capitalism serve

Union is union, any union
Except when it isn’t
God has a Union
Those in it, know it –
Union is union, any union.