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SONG – The Spinning Hands (A Song of Time)

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It is hard to slow down when we’re running out of time.
I could never accomplish what I want in a thousand lifetimes.
I keep spinning with the world like I’m turning on a dime
and more coins in the meter won’t increase the rhyme.

It is a human construct. It is hard to believe.
How ever much time I have, I have all I need.
There is nothing I can do to stop the spinning hands
except choose to live in grace and do the best that I can.

I am but a grain of sand on the shore of eternity.
I am the smallest drop of water in the biggest sea.
But here I am in this moment in the great arc of history.
I was born for a purpose. There is only one of me.

It is a human construct. It is hard to believe.
How ever much time I have, I have all I need.
There is nothing I can do to stop the spinning hands
except choose to live in grace and do the best that I can.

So what do I do with this limited commodity?
Do I waste it in the pursuit of mediocrity?
Or do I give it away like the gift it is to be
and live within the paradox of generosity?

It is a human construct. It is hard to believe.
How ever much time I have, I have all I need.
There is nothing I can do to stop the spinning hands
except choose to live in grace and do the best that I can.

Song lyrics by Keith Lyndaker Copyright 2014 All rights reserved

WiFi in the Wilderness

wifi wilderness by kmlsI went to the wilderness to get away
where these invisible strands do not hold sway
in the steps of the mystics of yesterday
whose desert life formed a divine relay.

There was no noise that I could hear.
Yet the silence could not dispel my fear,
piercing my soul like an unseen spear,
that I could never be truly alone here.

Then suddenly I became aware
of some subtle shifting in the air.
I crumbled to the sand in my despair.
WiFi had truly reached everywhere.

Information Overlord – In Search of Good News

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At times I have felt the need to take a break from the news which is rather difficult as I am a consummate news junkie. I believe in being informed.

Then inevitably a day comes when the information interferes with the being.

It is not that there is no good news happening in the world. I would submit that there is more good than bad happening on any given day. It simply is not broadcast.

Or one must look a little harder to find the good news broadcasters.

So I have stopped reading the newspaper. I also deleted several news apps on my phone and canceled a variety of notifications. To say I was obsessing over the news was an understatement.

But it isn’t enough to simply refrain from something. So I did some research to find a replacement.

Here is what I found:

Outlets for good, positive news do exist. I am especially impressed with the Good News Network and Positive News.

So here is what I did:
I downloaded the News Republic app. I turned off all of the notifications from its news sources. Then I customized it by adding the RSS feeds for the Good News Network, Positive News, Yes! magazine, my blogs, MWR, etc.

So now when I click on the News Republic app I have a nice screen of good news. I also get notifications during the day. News Republic also learns my preferences and creates a personal profile.

Benefits so far?
I am happier. I am less depressed. I have a better perspective on what is happening. I am not as angry.

And my creative muse has returned.

Now that is good news!

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The Internet as Unnecessary IV

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I am connected.
Yet there is a disconnect

The information overload of the external leaves very little room for inner reflection.
My head is bent down not in prayer but over the screen as I read the news.
I am very careful about what I fill my mind with.
But I am still filling my mind.
So where does that leave me when the news is depressing?
In a word,
depressed.

I have access but feel powerless.
Entertainment is not happiness.
Movies, games, music, audio, video,
streaming,
screaming
across my retinas,
more than I could ever use in a
thousand lifetimes
in some vain attempt to stave off boredom.
That subtle-itching-deep-down agitation remains.

I am obsessed with my inbox.
(I used to get depressed at seeing an empty mailbox)
“You have mail therefore you are relevant.”
Like Pavlov’s dog I am acclimated to the chime of a new text.
Is it healthy to be available 24/7?
Where is the space and time to be alone?

Desktop, laptop, tablet,
smart car, smart watch, smart phone
Why do I feel so dumb?

It is the opposite of being sucked dry
this filling up
but the outcome is the same.
The divine spark is drowned.

So since there is no one here
in this sterile white room
under these sheets
with this needle in my vein
and the flickering lights flowing
from the bottle and the tube
into me
except me
then it is up to me
to get a firm grip
on the sharp plug
and
pull
it
out.

Entertain Me!

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That seems to be the demand of today.
A fear of being bored, or alone with self-talk, holds sway.
Though boredom is a state of mind they say
and silence helps keep the static at bay.

So many orphaned thoughts left alone
to fester within like some cancer of the bone.
You can wait until the disease is in your marrow and the sickness is full blown
or you can turn from your screens to within and watch the soul-cinema picture being shown.