Wednesday, December 30, 2015

True Believers

Wayne Dyer said there are two ways to have the tallest building in town. One is to tear down everyone else’s building. I always liked that and repeat it often. Lately, it occurred to me that there is a third way to have the tallest building in town:
Just convince/bribe some authority figures to declare that your building, in spite of all obvious evidence, is indeed the tallest. (Bonus points if you can con them into making it a law.)
We see it every day: Get a pack of politicians, reinforced by select networks, to repeat something over and over and over—if they can say it in a way that’s halfway clever or rhymes, so much the better. As any successful cult leader can testify, it doesn’t matter if it’s blatantly false; what matters is that they keep saying it.
Here’s a simple example of how it works: According to neurologist Richard E. Cytowic, two-thirds of the US population believes that we humans use only 10% of our brains. Nearly half of all science teachers believe it. It’s not true. It’s absurd. That doesn’t keep most folks from spouting it as fact. Why? Because they’ve done extensive research or applied a spark of common sense? No, because they’ve heard it repeated over and over by credible others. Spooky, ‘eh?

(“If you’re still defining ‘tallest’ merely in terms of height, you need to wise up. Savvy citizens measure tallness by desire, by clishmaclaver, and by divine right! It’s hard work, yes, but where did laziness ever get anyone? Consider David and Goliath. Who stood tallest when the dust cleared? When life gives you molehills, make mountains!”)     

Saturday, December 26, 2015

It's the Thought that Counts

Ever heard somebody say, “You can’t go home again.”?
Our true home is the only place we’ve really ever been.
What makes one place so special? How is happiness defined?
All that safe and snug and wahoo happened mainly in your mind.
It’s not dictated in the least by mere geography.
You’re in charge of all that you recall and what you see.
When it comes to others, you are generous and kind,
But don’t forget to save yourself; be gentle with your mind.
You won’t abide a cobweb or a single speck of dust.
Your house and your vehicles you quick-rid of dirt and rust.
Every wrinkle is erased, each wiggly line aligned;
Relax and squirt some WD-40 on your mind.
You see and bring out the very best in everyone.
You never quit or give up until the job is done.
You take up the slack so we who lack will not be left behind.
We love you. Thanks. But you can’t change the world, so change your mind.
Each thing that came knockin—every “woe is me,” each grin,
Only gained admittance because we let them in.
If you’re homesick, heartsick, entertaining any secret fears,
You can arrest those rascals with that thing between your ears.

Saturday, December 12, 2015

You Are Here

Is that the finish line? I recognize that tree.
I cannot separate soon-to from used-to-be.
We’ve run a million miles, but not so very far
From where those two limbs fork, where our initials are.
Is that the finish line? I recognize that smile.
Be back where it all began in just a little while.

Is that the finish line? I recognize that face.
No need to hurry now; there is no second place.
That vicious circle ran me ragged now and then,
But it’s a hoot now that I have my second wind.
Is that the finish line? Got here but don’t know how.
I know you still have the map, so can we go home now?

Is that the finish line? Look there: I see the time—
That priceless thing you did that cost me not a dime.
I’ve kept it in my heart, wrapped in a golden dream.
Reminding me bad times are more than what they seem.
Our walk around the block detoured to everywhere.
You brought back a ton of memories and love to share.

Is that the finish line? Your secret’s safe with me—
It is my template for true grit and sanity.
(It’s how the bees spell buzz; it’s what the new bird sings.)
I pray, “Dear Lord, deliver me from lesser things.”
The finish line: Ain’t that a fine how-do-you-do?
If you’ll hold my hand, I’ll walk the final steps with you.