My belly Is Hot Papa
.My belly is hot papa
.That is where the chi is stored
.What kind of chi?
.The magic
in the wind
That is where you eat - then the chi spreads in
your body.
Up inside the body and down the legs
Extended in the soil - and out the head
Spirit is close to nothing.
And nothing is the foundation of all things
This is true everywhere and therefore can be found
perfect even when reversed
Where there is yin …. There, is yang
Where there is yang …. There, is yin
And this is the kind of chi we are talking about
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When I look at children, I know that God gave us words, His own, through which only greater Happiness can be created in the World, in service of which we gain everything there is to truly gain in Life of our vast natural and emotional inheritance.
We add to that well of everything and we draw from it with equally infinite creative intelligence with which everything and all experience may fall into its most easy, enjoyable, innocent and Life-affirming order, that which is confined to either mere fantasy or brute dogma (anything for which we are invited to trade our own emotional being, the urgency with which we would create sufficient living conditions for our emotional being to be properly coordinated with our brain, our physical body, and the entire physical World in continuity with space, time, our ancestors and the bliss-intelligence, beyond all space and time, entwined in them, expressing through them, of all memory and fulfillment, as well as a sufficiently bold and expansive image of how truly Happy we can make ourselves and everyone else on Earth - our failure to do so or even our absence of any concept of how Happy we can be perhaps one of the most destructive elements of our existence,that which primarily undermines our native capacity to decode the infinite sequences of our emotional experience of all Life) at our own peril and that of all Life.
This is all a very long-winded way of saying that one breath of truly fresh air is worth more than all the musty tomes about air and lung, themselves speaking so little, where they demonstrate any interest at all, in the profound emotional intelligence of Mankind, content to spread what amounts to a thin layer of butter upon a slice of bread with a mind capable of reading and writing with infinite slices of bread and an endless sea of butter? Both science and fantasy spirituality would condemn us to just such an warmed-over fuzzy relic of our true emotional inheritance, and this is the context in which I have always, without words, welcomed your own like an old friend.
For what does it matter if we, like so many starved minds, proponents of religious, scientific or new age dogma (like con artists on the same street corner making their one slice of bread go as far as possible by conceiving of at most the existence of a loaf or two and just enough butter to go around for a few "truly spiritual" people) should smile at the World but yet sneer at one another?
For in such a World, nurturing like a little surviving wildflower any concept of how much Happier and better Life could be is the most revolutionary act.
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