Truthfulness Is The Last Taboo: A short poem I texted to myself in the checkout line at Whole Foods, for another me in some other way -- here, now, or before and beyond time.
I don't know what's happening... but what's really going on: writers, like Alan Watts, Joseph Campbell and Ken Wilber -- musicians like Bocelli, Metallica, Israel Kamakawiwo'ole and Stuart Davis, poets like Kahlil Gibran, William Blake and Saul Williams -- films like Jacob's Ladder, A Clockwork Orange, Mulholland Drive, The Big Blue, Braveheart and, oh yeah, Love Sex & Religion -- books like Grace and Grit, The Fire Next Time, Electroboy, Suffering Suicide and Immortality, Sex Ecology and Spirituality, and F.W. Schelling's Clara -- lowest common denominator journalistic reporting on the British Petroleum oil spill in the Gulf, pop justification of this war or that one, tortured corn fed beef, and the slaughter of dolphins so my daughter can swim with them at Sea World -- teachers like Martin Luther King Jr. and Ramana Maharshi -- politicians like Clinton, Obama, Reagan, and Stalin -- the upgrading software for my iPhone which downgraded it entirely -- Internet capabilities like cheap airline tickets, Skyping with my father in India, email and, of course, instantaneous photos of naughty women in high heels who want to be spanked by me and then read Shakespeare to.
"there seems to be some contradiction here."
And that's just the point of truthfulness, it's too good to be true -- it's a paradigm buster.
"so you like these things, or, you don't like them -- they're good or bad?"
There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so (Hamlet)
Anyhow, neither, I love them. I love it all. All.
and I only know one answer anyway -- the easiest or toughest one to tell, yet the one I always aim for, and really only tap into when I'm not aiming -- truthfulness.
"so then THAT's the truth, I'll write it down..."
You can write anything down, but it won't remain the same, the truth always changes... but not truthfulness.
The time is 10am... and now the time is no longer 10am, but the time still is. We're only marking it with representations in some way to hold on, to it.
Truthfulness is a taboo, the last taboo. It's too simple, beautiful, expressive, authentic, raw, freeing, ultimately compassionate, and collaborative with itself -- like schooling fish, or the eyes, ears and heartbeat; all aspects of the same. Easy. To the point... actually faster than to the point, it IS the point. And yet when we try, trryyyyy; insanely complicated.
Breathing, in and out. Letting go to hold on. Zen isn't non doing, it's non forcing. The collective free flowing laughter of six year old children listening to Dr. Seuss, that starts developing into conscious awareness by age 12 -- and then laughter isn't as free flowing, but awareness brings new growth and depth. So then fast forward to us today -- and the only way to get that free flow now is to have faith, fearless truthfulness, despite our timidness from the painful experiences we had under circumstances when we felt truthfulness in flow -- all those many occasions since age six. Anyway it is inevitable, and when we're in that free flow, AS that free flow, it is ecstasy. So, why not let go to hold on? Then here we go, not without discipline, not without vision, not without care, not without deep listening, but without the need to have it be the way we want -- instead with the freedom to be surprised at the gloriousness of it all. The openness to be inspired, the trust to let go, the knowledge that the me, here, now, has always been here, and will always be here, just not as the same being, but as some aspect of being -- as All being.
What an opportunity it is for us to love, and to love each other. I love you
The society is afraid of your wild nature. And the most basic thing which is dangerous in you is the possibility of love (OSHO)