A woman went to a grocery store and purchased everything on her shopping list for that week. On her way home, she spotted a flyer where she noticed some of the items that she purchased were on sale at another store. Many products at the other store were also her preferred brands. So she pulled over to the nearest dumpster, threw away all of the groceries she had just bought, and did all of her shopping at the other store.
A group of dogs that occupied a farm often discussed just how different things were back in the old dog years. Some of them barked out a dismal view of the farm, claiming a general decline of their honorable canine heritage. In fact, the Bulldogs and Pointers, along with several others reminisced about how wonderful life on the farm once was; how all dogs shared their toys and treats, mated for life, and obeyed their master. It was the carefree attitudes they perceived of this generation’s pups that led to their bones of contention. The Pointers blamed the young for the thunderstorms that were coming upon the farm and the influx of predators. They even blamed them for the Terriers’ activity.
Now the Terriers fervently disagreed and scratched the notion that dog life was running down hill. In fact, they contested that overall dog life had improved. They cried out for the mixed breeds, and how they were finally getting adopted into loving homes the same as the purebreds; how dogs and cats were now able to live on the same farm without trying to harm each other. They dug up things that their opponents thought to be buried in the past, filling their good old days with bad dogs and all sorts of sons of bitches.
Still other dogs thought these conversations to be quite silly. They saw many of these correlations to be far fetched—involving factors reaching beyond their level of understanding and realm of control. In every generation, they sniffed various ideals that had grown worse as others were made better. It seemed as though the Bulldogs, Pointers, Terriers and their followers only said what their packs’ itching ears wanted to hear. But these dogs sensed their master was in complete control of the dog farm; attempting to figure it all out themselves would be like chasing their tails.
You see a small world in your mind’s eye and so do I
High with lofty ideals the way things ought to be and why
But each is blind to what the other’s world holds inside
Leaving our worlds merely contemplated—never tried
We keep blaming one another
For not going with our flow
But as long as we keep blaming
Our small worlds will never grow
Yet it’s a small mind after all
That’s so big to think its above us all
It’s a small mind that loves to sprawl
And to talk the walk but lives to crawl
We can’t hear what’s in our room
With our ear against the wall
We won’t see our own home’s doom
While we’re watching another one’s fall
There’s a small world only you conceive still I believe
We could be elsewhere if some of us were apt to leave
Residential comfort zones where life is easy though so bleak
And to the source present our gift of words—and speak!
We keep thinking to ourselves
What we’re thinking they should know
But as long as we keep thinking
Our small minds will never grow
Yet it’s a small mind after all
That’s so big to think its above us all
It’s a small mind that loves to sprawl
And to talk the walk but lives to crawl
We can’t hear what’s in our room
With our ear against the wall
We won’t see our own home’s doom
While we’re watching another one’s fall
© 2004 J. “Xakk” Marshall (April 17, 2004, at 3:45 PM)
A Shortcut to Wisdom the Fool’s Road
The Keeper of Truth is a Mule’s Load
The Quest for Knowledge a Slippery Slope
Road to Understanding a Glimmer of Hope
The Path to Success May Lead One Off Track
But A Pilgrim’s Recess is There and Back
Aspired for higher and acquired the flyers for souls to inspire
Heart set afire fled from those who conspire to make God a liar
No need to inquire but desire for hire I preached to the choir
Adding fuel to the ire just to mire on the wire above ice and fire
Spreading the fear of penalties severe and a judgment so near
Staunchly sincere still cold, cavalier—sneered what others held dear
An unyielding ear, vision so clear, would all interfere with reality here
Sought out of fear what appeared as revered; couldn’t adhere, or persevere
Yet it’s the climate not the storm
The rule an exception not the norm
Neither to regress nor to reform
Neither to rebel nor to conform
Neither hot nor cold—nor warm
But a spirit that can be transformed
And the Path of Life a special Course
That goes with the flow of a different Force
From wind through river of unequaled Source
Down mounts of regrets to a Land of No Remorse
So a need to succeed, or recede, stemming from a growing need
And sowed a seed from Apostle’s Creed to apostate’s greed
Followed the lead, a deed to heed, growing weeds from cede
And choked on feed but bit my tongue until I watched it bleed
Need for speed and to exceed led to mislead my mind’s eye
With Body numb, Mind gone dumb, and Spirit ready to fly
From dreams to schemes and to extremes, the journey gone awry
Zealous youth to jealous sleuth, the fountain of truth gone dry
Yet it’s the climate not the storm
The rule an exception not the norm
Neither to regress nor to reform
Neither to rebel nor to conform
Neither hot nor cold—nor warm
But a spirit that can be transformed
And the Path of Life a special Course
That goes with the flow of a different Force
From wind through river of unequaled Source
Down mounts of regrets to a Land of No Remorse
Sought above beneath and all points in between
Up and down and out, seen in and out of every scene
Saw left and right through blacks and whites of red and green
Nearly blew it all on know-it-all books and maggot fiends
© 2004 [April 12, 2004 @ 6:35 am] by J. Mars Hall
Tripp did not want his wife to think bad thoughts anymore because every time she did, he noticed it caused a rainstorm to come upon their region. In those days Tripp was a landscaper so his family could not afford to have his wife thinking so negatively.
One of the neighbors found Tripp’s logic to be absolutely ridiculous and challenged him. He said, “See, your wife is in a bad mood now, and it’s not raining.”
Tripp defended his theory, saying, “Her negativity doesn’t always make it rain right away!” Sometimes it takes a few hours, sometimes a few days–it has even taken several weeks. Nevertheless, every time she thinks bad thoughts–it rains.”