My Morning Mantra

The great thing in this world is not so much where you stand, as in what direction you are moving.

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Today is going to be a superfragilisticexpialidocious day

I know things out of my control will come my way
That someone may say something takes away my gay
And that the heat may make me sweat when all I want is to be cool, calm and collected

But so long as I am in control of myself
Then my resolve to make today
A superfragilisticexpialidocious day
Will be unshakable as the wind itself.

Contradictions

Rule your mind or it will rule you.

Buddha

Have you ever thought about the old saying “Ignorance is bliss” and contrasted it with the ancient adage which quotes “knowledge is power”?

If you have, you’ll know that life is very, very paradoxical in nature.

In fact, the way it juxtaposes its contradictions to make philosophers seem like oxymorons is simply astounding.

If you haven’t then you must be living a very blissful life, where you don’t get to break your mind thinking about things you’d rather not know.

Either way, it doesn’t change the facts. That I’m happier not knowing I’ll be dying tomorrow.

Imagine all the sorrow that would bring me.

But then again wouldn’t it be better to know?
Wouldn’t it be better to  go into that good night, mentally and spiritually prepared to take on its terrors?

Would you rather the bucket just kicked you, without the possibility of your mind getting ready to weather and use the pain to make you stronger?

I don’t know…why life has to be so paradoxically contradictory.

Perhaps it leads to the telling of many an interesting story? About how we die, but are reborn, as stronger beings, higher in the pecking order of Godliness.

All I know is that the border between ignorance and knowledge is very much blurred. In fact I can’t quite see it clearly.

But I’ll try to make sure I don’t cross the line and step into the unreachable territory of God known as omniscience.

I’ll try to tip-toe my way towards the bliss of ignorance, whilst also making sure I remain a sucker for the expansion of my consciousness.

Balance. It’s what the sages of a thousand ages recommend. Who am I to go against their wise words? Simply a fool.

So I’ll listen and align myself to “Ignorance is bliss” and I’ll make my actions rhyme with “knowledge is power”.

I’ll be contradicting myself. But hey, life itself is paradoxical.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

I’ve been thinking a lot about them lately.

In fact, just this week alone, there have been at least a million questions Usain Bolting through my mind all hoping to win the race of demystifying thoughts.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

Where do they come from? And where do they go?
How do they affect me?
Why do I think? And is it even possible to stop thinking?

These are just some of the curious questions that have been wandering around in my mind, wondering if they will find the food which will satiate their hunger for answers.

Thoughts have always fascinated me, right from the moment I thought my first thought–I wonder what it was–to right now whilst writing to put my thoughts on digital paper.

In my quest to find answers, I’ve come across a few sources which claim that thoughts come from nowhere, yet also from everywhere. This may seem paradoxically contradictory, but it must be true considering that life itself is paradoxical.

If you think about it, you’ll realize that like something out of thin air thoughts just pop into our heads. We only detect them once they are already comfortable, at home in our heads. So subjectively speaking, where they come from is a complete mystery to us.

Objectively, according to cognitive psychologists, thoughts arise in the brain, when it takes in information through the senses. In this sense, thoughts come from everywhere, because our brain is constantly taking in information from our surroundings. This explains why seeing something can spark thoughts which either illuminate the dark, or add to its intensity.

It’s interesting to note that whether we know not where thoughts come from–nowhere or everywhere?–we still have the power to summon or banish them from our heads using our attention.

Thoughts, as we well know are a powerful force since they can seduce our emotions–which are what allows us to enjoy the beauty of life–into feeling a certain type of way.

If you don’t believe me puase for a few minutes and think of the last time you really enjoyed yourself.

How does doing this change how you feel?

Unless you are in a gloomy and perpetual state of chronic depression, you would’ve noticed that thinking about pleasant memories inspires your feelings to be pleasant in the present.
The opposite is also true, however, that reliving unpleasant memories results in you stirring up negative emotions in the pot of your psyche.

So as you can see–or feel–thoughts have an unbreakable relationship with our emotions. Therefore, as people always chasing after happiness, thoughts are actually our best friends–or our worst enemies.

Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts.

What type of relationship do you have with your thoughts?

Are they your enemy, invading the space within your face and conquering your sense of well-being?

Or are they your friend, entering your mind and inspiring your emotions to vibrate at the frequency of positivity?

Shoes, shoes, shoes

The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who is going to stop me.

Ayn Rand

Shoes, shoes, shoes
they come in many hues


Shoes, shoes, shoes
come in reds, greens and blues


Sometimes shoes, shoes, shoes
come in purple, or pink
but my my do some of them stink–


a smell which walks into noses
and inspires them to forget the scent of roses.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth

Each day you must choose, the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.

Eric Mangini

Have you ever heard of the old saying “An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.”? 
Yes? No?

Maybe? 


It rhymes with the concept of fighting fire with fire, and I’ve been thinking about it quite a lot lately. 


Am I for it or against it?


If I’m against it, would that mean I promise not to steal your girl, even if you do the same to me? Would it mean I have to smile and congratulate you even as I watch you walk a mile down the aisle with the love of my life? Does it mean I won’t fight back after you hurt me or those I Iove? Does it mean I have to stand back and witness the chaos you bring to my order?


If I’m for it, that certainly means if you make me bleed I will definitely put you in a state where you need the doctor, if not worse–your maker.


Being against it sounds philosophically and ecologically viable, but not very emotionally rewarding since it doesn’t satiate my evolutionary desire to retaliate, and get that sweet, sweet revenge.


In my musings, I’ve been thinking of how an average guy like me can get to navigate these potentially rough waters? 


Do I simply surf the waves of philosophical reasoning, and try to be constructive in the face of waves which seek to drown me in the deep? Is this much easier said than done?


Or do I give in to the desires of my emotional and reptilian brains? 


I don’t know. 


I’m still thinking about it.


I guess only time will tell, if my actions rhyme with the saying “An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth.” aka fighting fire with fire. 


What about you?

Creepy Crawly

Alone we can do so little, together we can do so much.

Helen Keller

Creepy Crawly climbing quickly
up the tall wall. Creepy Crawly
is climbing quickly up the wall.
Will he fall? Only God can tell
why Creepy Crawly is climbing
quickly up the wall
even though he may fall
to his hell.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Well hello there friend! I’m glad you joined me today.

It’s Monday once again, and thankfully it is not a blue one for me. I really hope it’s the same for you too, that it’s not clouded by any negativity. That instead the weather in your mind is sunshine and clear blue skies.

Today’s poem is a fabrication of reality. There wasn’t no creepy crawly climbing quickly up the wall that inspired me to write it. Well, at least not in the physical environment since it was all just in my head. The poem was inspired by my desire to play with alliteration. I wrote it a few weeks ago in my poetry journal, and since then it has been begging for me to share it on my blog.

And so, because I don’t have the mouth to say ‘No’ to poems begging me to be shared, I hope you enjoyed it and that it somehow lifted your mood from bad to good–even just for a second.

If so, then do not be shy to let me know in the comment section below–I’m always delighted to hear from you.

The Ugliest Of Them All

The glow of one warm thought is to me worth more than money.

Thomas Jefferson

I am
the ugliest
of them all
my hair is nappy
my attitude crappy
and my mood unhappy
For I am the ugliest
of them all.
Yet I judge them all
based on what my eyes see
if their skin is too shabby
or if too much weight they carry
then indeed I do become wary
of having a relationship with them
even though I am
the ugliest of them all.

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace

Life is a dream

It all starts and ends in the mind. The most crucial skill is how you think.

Zat Rana

Did you know
That life is a dream?
Disguised as a nightmare?

And that it’s sure to scare you
Into being blue, because you have no clue
That life is a dream disguised as a nightmare.

But now that you know
Life is a dream
Will you continue being scared?
Of an illusory nightmare?

Or will you dare to dream
A dream that will scare your nightmares
Away?

© Lazarus Shatipamba 2020

The Poets Peace