The human mind is capable of inventing and reinventing newer and grander schemes to eliminate competing forms of life, including its own. The human mind so capable of instilling hatred and fear into its 'fellow inhabitants' as to cause the reflective action of 'gag' to drop the jaws of its same species in disbelief....
And so it is with the human mind so many have set upon a pedestal as if this instrument is some sort of god...for one has only to look around themselves to bear witness to its multitude of accomplishments, both good and evil... that one may simplify the honorable position which we have placed it. The human mind has been allowed to develop without any parameters on a world-wide scale, that its power seems so endless, so enormous, that even those that share its abilities feel so utterly small next to its accomplishments.
How sad. How very sad that so many have placed a godly position to what is essentially but a tool with which we, the human species of this planet, have allowed such free-reign to explore its mighty power as just a simple observer.
How tragic that this belittlement of our true selves has taken such a distant second to that which is merely a tool needed to survive, and indeed, flourish on this planet which we are so definitely at one with in molecular and atomic attunement and, as many a mystic has proposed, at one in the unity of consciousness.
For thru the voyage of our inner being we have the ability to see this phenomenon of mind for the tool that it really is. This human mind of ours does not hold, but can only transfer the greatest of all - Love.
Love is the quality which no human mind can freely and logically define. It can only try to define the experience of Love thru its own limitations. For Love does not live within the mind, but gives mind the ability to live and work its own miracles.
Love is without question far superior to the human mind as witnessed thru the written history of our species in its time of despair, of solitude, of the grievous horrors that it has inflicted upon itself and other species that inhabit our one home in the vastness of this celestial enormity that it has witnessed. Compassion, loves pinnacle, has provided the balm of healing to mind's wrecklessness during those times of negativity.
So it is, the human mind tries in mute desperation to find a language that fully encompasses Love, and as mortals do not have enough time to fully digest the vastness of Love which is the Safe Harbor for the fragility of Life in its myriad forms, delicately co-existing together in a sheltered fear from this infinite cosmology of scattered rocks and fire, swirling planets and suns, mere dust specks in that which the human mind has defined as Eternity.
These things may indeed be mutually agreed upon as Eternity, but it is Love that holds it all together... the word that cannot be fully translatable by the Human Mind.
Peace & Love,
Cecil
19 December 2004
[orignally written 1/19/2002]
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STORYTELLER
(pen & inks on paper, 1993)

The Storyteller has so much to tell
tales of heaven and tales of hell...
What are our Stories
but words from the mind
translating pictures
from the thoughts we all find
Some speak of wishes
and dreams that we've had
while others tell of scenes
that have made us quite mad
Stories of beauties and
the stories of great fears
Stories of the future and
stories of passed years
But where are our stories
the ones in our Now
those pleasures that humble
and cause us to bow?
It is in those moments
where words do not belong
that we find love and truth
that later become song
Tunes that calm us
and take away our pain
detached from the mind
we return once again...
Original faces
reflected with closed eyes
our wholly daze
no longer in disguise
Truth, love and beauty
a life of harmony
no longer a story but
connected to this trinity,
One begetting the other
in an endless cosmology
translated into stories,
religion and philosophy.
Every story but a chapter
in mankind's history book
our mind's interpretation
of its every thought and look,
More questions than answers
seeking the right words
to define our true purpose
so our Being can be heard
All of us Storytellers
speaking thru our minds
with words that we use
to describe all our finds
Some quite horrendous!
and others quite mild
but this is our Life
both tamed and quite wild.
Our yin/yang existence
keeps grinding away
seeking our light in mind's
black, white and grey...
The day must surely come
though it may take lifetimes
of purging ourselves
of this persistence of mind.
But 'til that time comes
we'll continue to speak
in deeds and in words -
we're all Storytellin' Freaks!
Cecil

Happy Holidaze to you all...