Poetry


Music and Philosophy and Poetry and Politics and Psychology and Social Issues13 Aug 2017 07:38 pm

For those of you new to the site, or who haven’t visited in awhile I invite you to fully explore GuidoWorld and all it has to offer. If you click on to the Words tab at the far top right you will currently see four of my novels along with two of my nonfiction books.

I have recently updated the page so that the entire books are posted rather than just some selected chapters. Within the next year I plan on posting two or three more of my books, so by the time you finish reading the current menu of my works more should be available.

A couple tabs to the left of Words you will find the Music tab. There you will find the growing library of my albums. The music contained on the albums spans from the early 80’s all the way up to the present. Similar to the book menu, the posted music library will continue to grow and be of a higher quality throughout the year. Of the 19 albums currently listed 14 of them have been remixed and remastered and will show themselves as part of Bandcamp.

The remaining five plus an additional five more albums are in the process of being updated and remixed. My son, who is a far better recording technician than myself will be in charge of the new revised mixes. Since I have a huge backlog of songs and I still write and record between 8 and 12 songs a year, new albums will be appearing in the foreseeable future.

The podcast button is new and is rather sparse at this point. Within the next year or so I plan on beginning to record a number of podcasts that discuss my books and music, as well as all discuss and expand upon all of the social, political and psychological topics that you have covered in my posts over the last decade.

Those who have been faithful readers to this site know how much I am enthralled with life, and how much I relish the opportunity to share and to grow. Thanks for taking the time to read, listen to and ponder all that I have produced and posted over the years.
Enjoy!

United in Compassion,

Jim

Government and Music and Philosophy and Poetry and Politics and Social Issues03 Aug 2014 10:54 am

The following is the lyrics and reverie for Deus Ex Machina a song of mine which will be released as a track on the album I’m Just Saying later this week.

Deus Ex Machina

Deus ex Machina is literally “the god machine”. In ancient Greek tragedies it was a device used at the end of the play to save the day through divine intervention to extricate the lead characters from sure and utter ruin.

In this song a strong proud woman is counseled to remain patient despite the fact that the speed of life is seemingly careening out of control. The counsel of her contemporaries seem to suggest that she should take solace in her beliefs and that soon her prayers will be answered by a last minute appearance of the god machine. We moderns are likewise being asked to trust that through our faith in religion, spirituality, technology or science will be plucked out of the immanent disaster our current path seems to be on.

In the late 60’s Buckminster Fuller published a book entitled Operating Manual for Spaceship Earth. The book focused on how the earth is essentially a huge spaceship with a limited amount of resources which cannot be resupplied. All of the life on this self-contained ship traveling through space is fragile and mutually dependent on each other for its continued survival.

Our blatant over use of finite resources such as oil, and our continual polluting of our air and water since his book was released bear comparison to the way the characters in the old greek plays ignored the prophesies of the savants in the tragedies. Our foolhardiness becomes even more obvious when we take the analogy between the earth and a giant space ship a little further.

Imagine the fate of the Star Ship Enterprise or some other city sized spaceship, if they allowed their water and air supply to be polluted and toxic. In addition, imagine the repercussions if they routinely had battles between different sectors of the ship in which passengers were killed and their living environment (hardware) were destroyed. How long would the voyage last?

The interdependence of organic and sentient life is a functional and practical reality, while our concepts of nation, political ideology, belief and judgment are relatively arbitrary. Without trees we could not breathe, nor could our bodies function and survive without germs and bacteria. The kill of be killed philosophy which dominates our modern world view is misguided and untenable. Strategies of how to coexist should not be relegated to the realm of utopia or idealism, for they are essential to our continual survival.

Words of hope, promise, and national or ethnic superiority pale in comparison to the importance of actions which increase the quality of life for all the inhabitants of space ship earth. The earth is a lush and vibrant planet due more to the ability of organic life to cooperate, adapt, harmonize and thrive than for its ability for individual organisms to defeat and destroy other organisms. While each individual organism must eat or perish, they also depend on the overall health and expansion of all life on the planet for their continued existence.

People turn a blind eye to the atrocities done in their name, or even defend, justify and support the actions of governments which are destroying people and nature. We are endangered by nuclear warheads and accidents, the degradation and increased toxicity of our water and air, the destruction of arable land and the overuse of non replenish-able resources. The earths growing population and advances in technology have created the opportunity for us to have killed and caused more human suffering than any previous empire on earth. We have killed millions upon millions of innocents under the ironic and absurd pretext of giving people their freedom.

So should we be like the ancient Greeks and still pin our hopes on divine intervention or the eleventh hour appearance of a god machine?

The earth has successfully dealt with every crisis it has faced. Despite the fact that life has always been fragile and survival has always been a reality, life on our planet has not only persisted but flourished. The earth is the only blue/green planet that our science has been able to find, so our planet had to do something right in order to create and support organic life. All we have to do is tap into and continue the tradition of our flourishing planet.

Deus Ex Machina

Deluge of broken comedies, the joker licks the steam
Laura struggles to make it better puts her pride in relief
The treadmill keeps moving faster all is on the increase
Before you slip into the chasm enter the god machine

Keep your toes on the line don’t trip on that line, trip on that line
Your hopes are in the future, so they tell you, so they tell you
So they tell you, so they sell you all will be improve a little later
Running cold, running bold, running blind, can you set the pace?

Lunge onward in darkness blindfolded by the mask of innocence
Walk softly pretty lady have faith in the guiding hand
Take a sleep on stony ground, not much you can do with this land
Listen safe to the deep voice that tells you what lies below

It’s cold, so cold and shady but a few yards yonder lies a brook
You can rest there for awhile, rest there lover
All looks so bleak, the edge of defeat, have faith in some alien god machine
Kiss the treasure the golden dream for here comes the god machine

Adorable god of fortune is late upon the scene
Make me shiver in wonder of your awesome majesty
Pluck us from the danger, the climactic deed
If you’re made of plaster what awaits sweet destiny?

Golden idol of reason celestial or divine
Save us at eleven before our last midnight
All looks so bleak, the edge of defeat, have faith in some alien god machine
Kiss the treasure the golden dream for here comes the god machine
Deus ex machina
Enter the god machine
Deus ex machina

Art and Music and Poetry16 Jan 2014 06:47 pm

This is a copy of the release announcement for my new album.

Hey,

This email is to announce the fourth album of mine to be released on Bandcamp.com. The album is entitled Opportunity Lost, and joins Flesh of Life, Life in the Shadows, and Edge of Eden on the site. To access all four albums click on or type in  http://guido2.bandcamp.com and scout about to your hearts content. All albums and individual songs come with notes and credits to help you better digest all that is there. Please read my sneak preview of Peek-a-Boo that follows……sneak preview…… (peek-a-boo)….. okay one pun down many to go.

Peek-a-Boo

Shortly after the first glimmer of self-awareness a child develops the life long need to be recognized and appreciated for being a unique individual while also feeling connected to and loved by others. These two basic dual needs of humans often become a source of interpersonal conflict and ambivalence in adolescence when teenagers demand total autonomy and privacy one moment and then bemoan being ignored and abandoned by others the next.

In infancy these dual needs get met simultaneously in the game of peek-a-boo with mom, dad or a caretaker. Most infants wriggle, giggle and squeal in delight at the prospect of being discovered anew time and time again during a peek-a-boo session. At this moment the child feels recognized and appreciated for being a unique entity while feeling swathed in their mothers love and care. Most parents have experienced the urgent cries of a child who feels the game is being terminated too quickly.

Since the desire to be loved and recognized lasts throughout our lives we usually find ways to encourage others to recognize us (think bellbottoms, or candy colored hair) and to be emotionally connected to us (teams, play groups, clubs, etc.). In latter childhood peek-a-boo gets replaced with more sophisticated games of being discovered and recognized like hide-and-seek, tag, red light, Marco Polo and even less obvious games such as Simon Says, Mother May I and Charades.

The primal need for recognition, a sense of belonging, and being appreciated for one’s uniqueness is demonstrated by the emotional power contained in live artistic performances, award ceremonies and personal tributes. We can attend a ceremony or watch a tribute or award ceremony and get a lump in our throat at the prospect of a total stranger getting a standing ovation. Similarly the emotional power of a wedding ceremony is often heightened and amplified by the number of people witnessing the public acknowledgment of love and appreciation of one person to another.

Actually the whole veil aspect of the wedding does seem to go out of its way to replicate the whole peek-a-boo moment of discovery and unbridled (pun intended) attention given at the moment preceding the exchange of vows.

So, one of the ways in which I personally seek to continue to play the game of peek-a-boo and hopefully get re-discovered, validated and appreciated for my uniqueness is through my art. The time and care that goes into every lyric I write and song I compose is my attempt to share the most intimate parts of myself with friends and the world in general. Anyone who has seen my drawing and handwriting immediately realizes that as a child I did not get the usual “props” when I brought home such works from early school years.

While the desire and need for appreciation, validation, recognition and connection never leaves us, it does appear that most of us find few avenues in our adult lives to get those needs met (charades and Pictionary only go so far).

All in all I can’t tell you how much it means to me when any of you take the time and care to read my words and listen to the songs. In many ways my music is my public personal diary. There is little in life I enjoy more than sharing with others. As many of you know I treat the average conversation as a hungry man approaches a smorgasbord. Please click on http://guido2.bandcamp.com and dine on my musical offerings. Come visit often and invite friends to dine there also. If you get a chance email or write me your thoughts and feelings whether they are related or inspired by my songs or just to satisfy your need for a round of peek-a-boo.

So the last thing I have to say is: “Tag, you’re it”.

United in Compassion,

Jim

The album and lyrics can be downloaded at Bandcamp. Click on the music tab above if you’d like to listen to some more of my music. Yet you can only download music at http://guido2.bandcamp.com.

Music and Poetry01 Jan 2014 08:40 pm

The following is a fictional interview of I interviewing me, (or more phenomenologically accurate me interviewing I) regarding the lyrics to Mottled Morn.

Lyric alert:
This song rated M for mature minds as some content maybe existentially uncomfortable or emotionally challenging.

Q: How did you come up with the song title?
A: I often like to engage in meditative musings, or reflective reverie on a single word. The word mottled came into my head while on a walk, and I decided to savor the word and all of its associated meanings.

Q: Meditative musing, reflective reverie? Did your predilection for alliteration have anything to do with your choosing to pair mottled with morn?
A: Most definitely.

Q: So with all the endless permutations and combinations of possible syntax how did you arrive at this particular assemblage of words?
A: Wow, that seems more like a question to be answered by the reflective me rather than the speaking self, but I’ll do my best to give you a decent answer.

Q: I’m sure you will. So how did the lyrics take shape?
A: Well it all started from my initial reverie on the word mottled, in which I focused on staying loyal to its aspects of irregularity or asymmetry with regard to presentation of patterns while not being as committed to its having to do with color. My propensity for alliteration once again had me find areas of similarity between mottled and motley.

Q: So if not color, what is mottled in your song?
A: Well as I said I wanted to do homage to the idea of irregularity or symmetry. So when the first line, “like a voice from another dimension, the day began out of phase” came to me, I quickly transferred the mottled pattern from color to sound. The voice broke the patterns of symmetry and familiarity by neither coming from within (thought) or from a recognizable source of a person in my presence.

Q: Doesn’t that harken more to schizophrenia than a breaking of a pattern?
A: Yes, there is nothing more central to the idea of needing consistency and regularity than the sense of self. The singer uses this as an opportunity to depict the severity of his disorientation with which he finds himself when waking from slumber. He wakes due to a bright light which steals away dream and replaces it with a fragile and disoriented semi wakefulness.

Q: Why did you introduce the girl and hint at a break up?
A: There are few things which anchor our lives more than love. The loss of love, or the sense that the feeling of loving someone was an illusion can definitely place us in a position of great angst and lead to our entire existence seeming displaced, empty and lacking in any order and meaning.

Q: Yet, in the long run the song does not seem to be about lost love. Isn’t the song more about you than a relationship gone wrong?
A: Yes that’s true. The line “I saw right through her into me” changed the entire direction of the song. That line came about totally organically as I was singing generally nonsense words trying to find a cadence and vocal line that matched the chords that I was playing. Yet, once that line seeped in and resonated with me I knew that the song was about to write itself.

Q: Did the song take much editing? How long did it take you to write the song?
A: I standardly do not edit my songs much. In general I use my art as a way for me to learn about me, where editing seems more like an exercise into consciously managing me. The words of the song were written over a couple of days, a musical section at a time. Each section had its own cadence and meter and it took awhile for the words to settle in with the chordal mood and ambience. I had been playing with the chords on and off for a few months before deciding to write the lyrics.

Q: So what was the lost love theme replaced with?
A: Well it wasn’t really replaced it just became less a song about a lover and more about one’s love of life. The love of life is the measure by which all other love’s are judged. The singer finds the cure to the disconcerting quality of the mottled morn to be embracing irregularity and not to fight it.

He gets over his lost love, by realizing that she wanted certainty and was unable to adapt and enjoy the capricious aspects of insight and personal growth. He on the other hand professes to “reap the joys” of his sense of doubt. He experiences intimacy as the never ending process of self-discovery and becoming more familiar and at home with so many aspects of life and knowledge. The unwillingness of his lover, others, or even himself to stay committed to the unfurling of intimacy seems to be structured in fears and inhibitions.

Intimacy, the singer feels, is the entire realm between certainty and chaos, in which all is experienced as neither arbitrary nor predestined. His allegiance is to life itself, not just its essence or spirit, but its deep visceral reality.

Q: How did you decide that the song was complete? Is there a final lesson to be learned in Mottled Morn?
A: No I don’t think there is an ultimate message or meaning to Mottled Morn, it was just an exploration of a feeling. It is rare when I feel a song is truly complete, usually they are just snap shots that one ends before they become as laborious as a library of photo albums. In this song, at some point I just stopped and reread the lyrics and it just felt like a good place to pause.

Q: Could you read them to see if we agree?
A: I’d be honored to do so.

Mottled Morn 12/5/13

Like a voice from another dimension
The day began out of phase

The light stole my mind from a dream
Forgetfullness gave my heart a much needed reprieve
Emotional waves crash on rocky shores
Their hollow echoes prey on my mottled morn

I saw right through her into me
I found her distance quite disorienting
Waves of emotion crashed on rocky shores
Their hollow echoes haunt me to my core

She left my soul stranded on the beach
When she set her heart slightly out of reach
I look out into the endlessness of sky
Sensing the reasons why

She is afraid of a life in transition
Feels betrayed and exposed by all that is uncertain
I reap such joys from the sense of doubt
Each day a new puzzle that cries to be sorted out

The fresh and the discovered draw my fascination
Every mystery deepens richens my infatuation
I long to share to revel in amazement
To treat her body as a fragile present

I’m in love with every warm breath
of this precious life
It’s mystery and its passion
intoxicate my mind

Life touches me so tenderly
sends tingles up my spine
The intimate and the familar
fan the flames of desire

Today and all tomorrows I sense I will treasure it
I am hopelessly dependent, devoted and in love with life

Hope you all enjoyed listening in on my little conversation with myself.

Jim Guido

While this song has been recorded, it will not be available for some time. In the meantime please go listen to my some of my albums located in the music section of this website, or go to Bandcamp and type in or click on http://guido2.bandcamp.com to get to my homepage. You can listen and download my songs on Bandcamp to your heart’s content.

Art and Music and Poetry30 Aug 2013 09:24 pm

Hey,

My music is now being released on Bandcamp.
All of you loyal listeners of my music can now download my album on Bandcamp.
You can also download individual tracks for as little as $1.
Just go to Bandcamp and type in Jim Guido, or GuidoWorld and the album Flesh of Life will be there for you to listen to and download.
The songs have been remixed and are of a higher quality than on this website.
Each and every month I plan on releasing another of my albums on band camp.
Let me know what album you want me to release next.
If you’ve never listened to my music, just click on the music tab on the upper right and have a listen.

Also let me know what songs you like best. I will keep track of your votes and combine them with sales from Bandcamp and give you updates on the top songs.

Currently the most listened to songs on this site are:

1) Dancing Hippos (Edge of Eden)
2) Live Until You Die (Flesh of Life)
3) Preening Like A Peacock (Priorities)
4) Haunted (Edge of Eden)
5) Dance For Me (Take Me)
6) Making Money (Opportunity Lost)
7) Inexhaustible You (Flesh of Life)
8) Feeling Me, Feeling You (Go!)
9) Every Bit of Your Heart (I’m Just Saying)
10) Take Me (Take Me)
11) Talking About Yesterday (Mortal Joy)
12) Too Many ?’s (I Rock Therefore I Am)
13) Table 4 1 (Significance)
14) Inexhaustible You (Flesh of Life)
15) Bonsai Beauty (Visceral Vicissitudes)

Please also vote for your favorite lyrics.

Happy listening, and I do appreciate your support.

Poetry and Psychology and Relationships23 Feb 2013 01:48 pm

Such are the passions
Some love some hate
Some implore others debate

We get filled and overload
We get filled and then explode
Feel the urgent in others woes
Feel our passions to the bone

Those who want distance from the fray
Deem their equanimity the highest grace
A noble heart and a safe place
The calm enlightenment of the sedate

Love throbs, joy is electric
Laughter bursts and orgasm spastic
I want to feel your skin in the game
Feel your care at sadnesses base

Stillness is the ground before we breathe
Verdant life forever teems
Prolonged stillness is a sign of death
apathy, depression that completely disconnect

I listen for the echo of my desire
Of passion matched with longing inspired
I yearn to feel the hot gusts from your fire
My face wind burned by such passion sired

Nothing lost and nothing gained
Insults precious life’s predicament
A heart invested is all I seek
Devoted to care, compassion and the intimate

Endless process is our curse
A life sentence and wet nurse
Meaning flows from her sweet breast
I’ll give it my all and suckle till my last breath

Jim Guido

Poetry25 Dec 2012 08:43 pm

Buon Natale

Fragile and vulnerable we are born
A soup of possibilities to be formed
We make the world as it makes us
Such is our curse and how we are so blessed

A mother’s warmth and milk filled breast
Her scent, her smile each sweet caress
Draws us out from the sea of sense
Orients, comforts and let’s us connect

Most of what we are and what we become
Imprints body’s struggles and each success
Vestiges of the lived in each experience
Our history, future and meaningfulness

The vast sea out of which we are born
It’s depths we plunge it surface we explore
The sky above the earth’s our floor
Our thoughts delight in speaking our body’s core

We are more than we’ll ever know
We are all one yet manifold
Each of us were one day born
A soup of possibilities to be formed

Jim Guido

Poetry and Relationships and sexuality25 Oct 2012 01:25 pm

She repulsed him with her kindness
if not genuine at least sincere

He needed passion more than understanding
No matter how he showed or said it
it remained doggedly unclear

She was in his head
What he wanted was to be in her body
To infuse her with his playful desire

To her love was romantic, a perfect ideal
For him passion was just a thin membrane away from complete fusion

She dreamt of a child
He yearned for intimacy
She envisioned them as parents and partners
He viewed the viscerally shared as the root of all meaning

She sought harmony, an unblemished life
A personal eden bereft of conflict
Her eternal goal was to be a still pond
No ripples to disturb its presentation

She sought beauty everywhere
In thought, word, sight, smell and touch
She found beauty everywhere
Yet, in her man, not so much

He thrived on life’s imperfections
Problems were challenges and opportunities
He loved the grit and the sweat
The joy of a challenge met

He saw intimacy as the measure of one’s life
Each new experience as a gift
Immersed in the rough and tumble of existence
Sharing with her was his bliss

In her relations:
Harmony over honesty
Ease over disease
Calm as endless balance

Beauty was the handmaiden of love
It was what made life attractive
Beauty is what drew her to others
To nature, art and the sacred

He wore each new wrinkle as a badge of honor
Sensed ardor often was born from the arduous
That one often had to provoke to be provocative
and wisdom was more about the real than the ideal

She sees life through the lens of love and beauty
He through the lens of history and experience
Beauty she fashioned into life’s ideal
Intimacy he saw as the measure of one’s life
Beauty became her life’s purpose and zeal
Intimacy was all he asked of life

Is there sufficient beauty in intimacy?
The fate of this love may be dependent on it

Philosophy and Poetry and sexuality16 Oct 2012 08:46 am

The following is a poem I wrote sometime earlier this year which I hope you enjoy and pass on to those who might appreciate its sentiments. I never tire of celebrating the wonder of life and living.

The Distance of Intimacy

the shroud that separates
becomes a gossamer like membrane
where touch is the medium of union
retaining the faintest of distance
an evanescent vestige
permitting intimacy this side of fusion

intimacy is the template
to be used liberally
with all of life
all our senses touch
probe….
as we offer our bodies
to be touched
by the world in which we breath
and exhale ourselves back into its manifold
in endless permutations
of it and me

From where does my voice come
if not from this thin membrane
which makes individual experience possible
and union an orgasmic urge
There are no set boundaries
just expansion and contraction
of intermingled air
and reciprocal movement
I accomodate life
as it accomodates me

What heresy
is the absolute
infinity and the eternal
What beauty
is contained in fragility
in birth and in death
experience forever articulated
but never exhausted nor complete
a process we are gifted to participate in
and to appreciate
yet like gosamer
life’s beauty
lies in its fleeting fragility

Life creates gossamer
Shrouds are of our making
either by over emphasizing our individuality
or by creating infinite distance inherent
in ideas such as immortality and the absolute
Destiny too is a shroud
a thick covering
which while it insulates and protects
destroys individuality and choice
that gives joy to the dance
of me, you and the world 
I breathe I exhale
I see, I am seen
I touch and am touched
and the world undulates
and I am so moved

Jim Guido

Philosophy and Poetry and Psychology04 Sep 2012 10:08 am

The following is a reverie on my song What We Live. You can listen to this song by clicking on to the music tab above and going to the CD entitled I’m Just Saying.

 

What we live                                                              6/6/09

Wrought by the night
Fraught with insight
The steely comfort comes shining through

No need to dream
No symbols crashing
Taking stock in what I see and do

I’ve lived my life
looking long into mirrors that imbue
Pierce through visions spawning truth
Come with me as we straddle the real
Trust in the fathoms we feel

We fall asleep
When awake we breath deep
So many lessons come into view

Questions when ripe
Unveil and incite
Preconceptions we unglue

Come with me as we follow the clues
Piece together the life we choose
Each day add a new brush stroke or two
Endless perspectives bring me closer to you

What we live warms my heart ignites my skin
What we live keeps me coming lets me in
What we live is all I know I end and begin
What we live is where I’m going and where I’ve been

What we live

When we focus our attention and what we live as opposed to why or even how we live, we are guided to the content and very stuff of our experience. We return to experience itself and not our theories, explanations, interpretations or objective analysis of experience. What we live is a fixed awareness on the primal dance of experience and the experiencer.

The song is a contemplation and celebration of what we live. What we live is an identification, articulation and appreciation of our experience and how we take up and live in a world. It is more about participating and describing than explaining and theorizing.

The what of living is being a body experiencing life and not just living in one’s head. The what of living inspires us to appreciate and savor the awe of being alive and being conscious of being alive. In sum, what we live is being immersed in experience, while at the same time savoring this experience and developing wisdom and insight.

The lyrics begin after a full day of living and processing the functional and pragmatic wonder of life.

Wrought by the night

Wrought in the sense of created or fashioned, but also hinting at the existential angst associated with being emotionally wrought.
The night referring both to the time of day, and all the images and symbols of the night, including its quiet, starkness, solitude and lack of activity.

Fraught with insight

Such a time of contemplation is destined to be filled with meaningful insight inspired by the peace, calm and formless womb that is night.

The steely comfort comes shining through

The comfort of the night I’m referring to is the calm starkness it offers, not the pampered creature comforts we so often surround ourselves with. Which is why the comfort is steely. A steely comfort is pure and naked. The steely comfort of all our insights and joys softly streams through the darkness with the type of clarity that only starkness can produce.

When our eyes get accustomed to darkness we often are aware of there being enough light to catch a brief glimpses of objects such as a silver candle holder or the shimmer of glass. These brief glimmers are like the fleeting moments of clarity which come to a calm and open heart.

No need to dream

On a night where I’m content and awed by simplicity, I have no need to dream. I have no need to flee the moment, or to look beyond life. Content in the moment and enraptured with my very heart beat I have no need to look above or beyond the moment.

My reveries and reflections are so fulfilling as to have me feel emotionally and psychologically sated that even as I fall asleep I have no need to dream, just to rest and savor my contentment.

No symbols crashing

This line is a combination of symbols clashing and cymbals crashing. It again emphasizes that for a fully conscious mind there is little need or use for dream. If one reflects, ponders and processes during the day than the “unconscious” mind often has no agenda or need to speak to us when we sleep.

Taking stock in what I see and do

When one does their work during the day the night is free to rest. A day spent taking stock in what one sees and does is a full and fulfilling day, with no gaps to be filled in at night.

There are no symbols clashing, there is no need for drama or for secret dire messages for a person who has lived the day fully and has been open to and paid attention to their inner life. There is also no need for nightmarish anxiety and heart pounding reactions to cymbals crashing. No suppressed symbols are crashing and haunting us and preventing us from deep and peaceful rest.

I’ve lived my life
looking long into mirrors that imbue

Everywhere I turn I see and benefit from mirrors which have me see myself. I find these mirrors everywhere, from my own body sensing and functioning in the world, to others, nature, language, music and history. I am forever energized, challenged and imbued by all myriad of snapshots propagated by the endless mirrors that dominate my vision and experience.

Pierce through visions spawning truth

My body, the world and self-awareness are all inextricably linked and interwoven. At times I see myself in the world, and at other moments I see the world in me. Each vision, reflection and pattern recognized contains a truth and a wisdom which deepens my life. Yet, these visions actually pierce through truth to the reality and experience that is what we live. Such truth unmasks and discredits the Truth that the less vigilant and thorough use to flee what we live.

Come with me as we straddle the real
Trust in the fathoms we feel

I invite you to come with me and straddle the real. The real that is both experience and our reflections of experience. That is both raw experience and the contemplation, processing and historical contextualization that gives birth to and sustains my sense of self. A self that is dependent and enmeshed in the world and my body.

While what we live is foreign to superlatives such infinity, absolute and Truth its reality is by no means pure fiction. The depth of our experience, and its endless revelations are only possible because we are limited sensorial beings born out of the interplay of world, body and mind. Yet, rather than bemoan our limits we should embrace them and though our knowledge and experience be transitory, our lives are none the less full of meaning.

Those who bewail that life has no meaning, are looking for the meaning of life outside of life itself in some form of absolute Truth. Yet, for those of us enthralled with what we live we are immersed in a world of endless meaning, a world of perpetual intimacy and increased familiarity with ourselves, our bodies and the world we live in.

We fall asleep
When awake we breath deep
So many lessons come into view

After a contented deep sleep we awake refreshed and open to a new day. We begin to commune and take in the world by filling up our lungs with the morning air. As we exhale we give a little of ourselves back into the world and reestablish our enmeshed dependence on our body and our environment.

During the night our attention retreated from the world. While asleep many new cells in our body developed while others died, and a slew of biochemical changes transformed our body every passing minute. Yet, despite the retreat and bodily changes we awake the same person able to recall and build off of our expanding and deepening sense of personal history.

Each and every moment brings possible discovery along with a renewed sense of familiarity with ourselves, our body and the world we share with others.

Questions when ripe
Unveil and incite
Preconceptions we unglue

Language is like the air we breathe. It surrounds us and is the very way we take up and have a world. As we experience and reflect on our sensory world our attention spawns observations and insights. Accurate descriptions of what we see and sense, resonate deep within us and give voice to our experience.

Our discoveries and curiosity give rise to new questions to be answered. When our sense of wonder slowly coalesces into a specific question it opens us up to a world of new discovery, insight and wisdom. Words and thoughts disclose the world to us as well as articulate our experiences. Through words and thought the world and our historical self are revealed (disclosed) to us.

Our increasingly accurate descriptions and observations resonate deep within us giving voice to our experience. This process born of dwelling in what we live is energizing and allows us to pay close attention to what we experience rather than what we think we experience. Observations based on real and actual experience dispel preconceptions and misperceptions that we have presupposed, and lead to increased intimacy with ourselves, body and world.

Come with me as we follow the clues
Piece together the life we choose
Each day add a new brush stroke or two
Endless perspectives bring me closer to you

The more we learn about what we live the more we realize that there is no end to the wondrous puzzle of life. For those attuned to what we live; learning, developing, discovery and increased intimacy are endless processes. Even though each day we add to the familiar, this does not prevent us from being surprised or stumbling across a novel way of taking up our world. Our assembled puzzle will never be complete, for there is no final answer or solution to what we live.

So let’s enjoy the experiences and processes of life. Let’s dedicate ourselves to following the clues afforded us by our experience, and assemble a puzzle together. Let us enjoy the freedom and options that comes with the reality that there is no final solution, or True answer to life.

Each day we can add a few brushstrokes to the great canvass we call our lives. What we live is best seen from a host of perspectives and viewpoints, each one with its own value and meaning. Each revelation regarding what we live is a perspective which we have the opportunity to use in a fashion which brings us closer to ourselves, each other and the world we experience.

What we live warms my heart ignites my skin
What we live keeps me coming lets me in
What we live is all I know I end and begin
What we live is where I’m going and where I’ve been

My life is forever enriched by staying attuned to what we live. This perspective teaches me (reminds me) that fulfilling experience is not a choice between being present (immanence) and reflective (transcendence) but a combination of both. My body feels and senses and my thoughts have me savor, appreciate and form a personal history. The simple act of enjoying the soft fur of my cat involves both my hand feeling the fur as it strokes the cat and my mind savoring, reflecting on and appreciating the experience and placing that one experience into the history and life world of my pet.

What we live is not just of the moment, but woven into the great tapestry we create. Each moment propels me to the next with anticipation and rewards me with adding to the expanding totality of my life. What we live is a self-contained entity comprised of my body, the world and my awareness of myself. All three aspects are interrelated and interwoven and no experience of mine happens in isolation or divorced from this primal trio. From my first breath until my last what we live is truly all I know, and where I begin and end. What we live is my story and my future, it is where I am going and where I have been. What we live is both context and content, and the generator of all life’s joys and meanings.

 

To say that life is precious is a gross understatement.

Jim Guido

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