New Spiritualibus Blog Posts – Excerpts

What comes out
When you open up your mouth
Rise your voice and let it flow
From within and also without
Wherever it goes with the current
Of life and love granting freedom
To be appreciated and left intact
Instead of limiting with thoughts
Attitudes, rules, and regulations
What in its heart is always free
The adventure of inner peace
No matter what turmoil rages
In the outer challenging all
To grow up as soul divine.

“Once upon a time” — again and still on the way

Much comes out when one knows how to listen

“What little Momo could do like no one else was listen. That’s nothing special, some readers might say, anyone can listen.
But that is a mistake. Only very few people can really listen. And the way Momo knew how to listen was completely unique.
Momo could listen in such a way that foolish people suddenly had very clever thoughts. Not because she said something or asked something that gave the other person such thoughts, no, she just sat there and listened, with full attention and acceptance. She looked at the other person with her big, dark eyes and the person in question felt how thoughts suddenly arose in him of which he had never suspected that they were in him.
She could listen in such a way that helpless or indecisive people suddenly knew exactly what they wanted. Or that shy people suddenly felt free and brave. Or that the unhappy and depressed became confident and joyful. And when someone thought that his life was all messed up and meaningless and that he was just one in a million, someone who didn’t matter at all and who could be replaced just as quickly as a broken pot — and he went and told all that to little Momo, then, while he was still talking, it became mysteriously clear to him that he was thoroughly mistaken, that he, just as he was, existed only once among all people and that he was therefore important for the world in his own special way.
This is how Momo was able to listen!”

— Momo, the strange story of time thieves and the child who returned the stolen time to the people, Micheal Ende, pp. 16-17

Good morning! — What comes out today?

How to be real
In a fake world
Spoiled rotten
By big wealth
Piling on poor
Exploitation
Out for profit
From disasters
And shortages
Strife and war
Where ever to
Turn around
Breach the top
And also bottom
Level all fences
Around soul
Squeeze out
Into freedom
Better for real
Instead before
Just a carrot
Out of reach
Dangling close
To keep within
Corral’s confine
Under the sky
Infinitely blue
A heart of love.

“Holy sham” — a short sound excursion far out

How to be real? — Always here!

“You don’t have to be afraid, … we don’t want to chase you away. We want to help you.”
Momo nodded silently, but still not quite convinced.
“You say your name is Momo, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“That’s a pretty name, but I’ve never heard it before. Who gave you that name?”
“I did,” Momo said.
“You named yourself that?”
“Yes.”
“When were you born, then?”
Momo thought about it and finally said, “As far as I can remember, I’ve always been around.”

— Momo, the strange story of time thieves and the child who returned the stolen time to the people, Micheal Ende, p. 11

How to fix being real — the old newly repaired

Things do come together
As they are sorted out
When it is time always
One step and another
In the flow of life
And always love
One way or other
Replenish energy
Use what we have
Wise and prudent
With consciousness
Of where it comes from
And also where it goes
But — most of all
Where it is now
And what we do
To ease or aggravate
Since it is always both
Though we may want
To consider only one
Or maybe the other
Instead of balance
Opposites in unity
Leveling any bumps
Or else heaping hills
Sharpening blades
Or rounding edges
To meet half way
Anchored firmly
In sound harmony
And sweet silence.

“Ever again, keep going!” — life moves on

“If I ran the zoo” — by Dr. Seuss

“It’s a pretty good zoo,”
Said young Gerald McGrew,
“And the fellow who runs it
Seems proud of it too.”

“But if I ran the zoo,”
Said young Gerald MyGrew,
“I’d make a few changes.
That’s just what I’d do . . .”
…
“Yes . . .
That’s what I’d do,”
Said young Gerald McGrew.
“I’d make a few changes
If I ran the zoo.”

Things do come together — in many ways