May 25, 2014 at 1:27 pm #57292
In between glittering jewels of Wisdom and Compassion
Standing next to Bodhisattvas sending words filled with Light and Love
Under directives of “Find Your Passion!”
Urged as softly as wings of a dove
I come in
“Listen up Bitch Azzes! There are 12 Ways to get your Lover Back!
Give my amazing advice a spin!
I don’t want you to have any lack!”
But never Shitty.
Jasmine laughs so hard she sprays tea out of her nose
And asks for more practical funny wisdom, so here it goes.
Matt’s face turns blue.
But you must forgive me ~ you see, I am new. 😉May 25, 2014 at 6:19 pm #57302@Jasmine-3Participant
This is so creative and beautiful. Why is Matt’s face turning blue ? He is the most experienced Buddha amongst us all 🙂
Thanks for putting a smile on my face yet again. Loads of positive energy coming your way,
JasmineMay 25, 2014 at 7:43 pm #57316
LOL, I had Matt’s face turning blue because he didn’t like my first posts and I think we clashed a little LOL.
This is such a positive place I wrote the poem because when you come in here it takes a while to get used to the spiritual language, feelings, culture, etc.
🙂August 10, 2014 at 11:12 pm #63037Ryan ViolaParticipant
Very nice & inspiring poem!!!August 11, 2014 at 5:28 am #63068
Keep pokin, I’ll keep huggin, letting it go. Be careful, sister, when we throw mud at a loving being, often our own heart becomes disturbed. I don’t want that for you, but I’m selfish in that way.
Otherwise, interesting poem!
MattAugust 11, 2014 at 9:38 am #63096
Um, you’ve thrown plenty of “mud” at me, Brother, and all I’ve ever done is call you on it.
Once again, take your own advice ~ Let it go. Breathe.
A Loving Being,
InkAugust 12, 2014 at 5:19 am #63168
Huh? I do those things consistently already, and never flung mud intentionally, and certainly not for fun. This is more about boundaries, such as saying I am feeling this or that. Its uninvited, unwelcome, and inaccurate. If you’re sore from our rocky beginning, sheesh, I meant no harm. Rather, I was trying to help steer the brainstorm away from manipulation, which I explained, and why. And apologized for any sting.
As far as “lighten up”, I’m pretty light. I laugh a lot, play wholeheartedly with my kids, wife, friends, etc. On TB, yeah, I stay more serious, to bring better light. I take what we do seriously… these are real people, on a beautiful, epic, and too often painful and hopeless journey, and their lives matter to me, so I consider, breathe, rest, open, and pour. Perfect? No. Do I think I deserve better than to be poked at? Yep. I’m trying my best, ya know? Helping folks turn manure into fertilizer into flowers, wherever they are, as best I can. Do you feel I sing off-key, am missing?
Did my face turn blue? Not on my side. On my side, it was more like… you put a clown nose on me. Haha, funny enough, my daughter does the same. But then, you say “haha, look he gets so mad when I do this to him”. The clown nose didn’t do that, I’m waaaay more humble than you think. The appearance of an invasive false description did/does feel shitty, like a poke. But I also was the recipient of a significant amount of criminal sexual abuse, so when a boundary is ignored like that, yeah I still canker. Sorry, not fully healed. Still, like I said, you poke onto my side unprovoked, thinly hidden in a poem, I offered a hug, said “punching a teddy bear is bad for your soul”, and let go.
But you just couldn’t stay on your side, had to toss back that “hammer of light” as though you did nothing unskillful. Do you know what happened next? I turned away from hammering back, became entangled, felt invalidated, cried, meditated, offered the exchange to the sangha for help, found forgiveness, blossomed with peace, moved on. You may think you’re a loving being, but you don’t seem to be being loving. At least not in a package digested easily by me. Which is fine, sister, I trust your dance. But do you want to know if it hurts? Yep, I’m sensitive, and I don’t wear armor or run. Will I come back again, tomorrow, try again with whatever you toss back at me? Yep, my roots are thick, resilient in most areas, and my lips, stubbornly, authentically, smiling… confidence in impermanence strong. Even if its just another slap onto my side, as though I’m a jerk? Yep. Why? You’re worth it, seem to want my attention, and what have we got to lose?
You know what would be even more awesome? “Hey, Matt, sorry… yeah, perhaps its good to stay on my side unless invited, I won’t do that again, I can feel how it wasn’t funny for you.” But whatevs, sis, you sing in your language, I’ll sing in mine, and as we seek so shall we find.
MattAugust 12, 2014 at 7:20 am #63173@Jasmine-3Participant
Matt, the poem was written on May 25 and we are in August now. It appears that you didnt see it before and thats why the delayed response from your end.
I am sorry for your suffering in the past and can now understand the intention behind each of your posts.
Hey, I think you both may have misunderstood each other. Let it be 🙂
I apologise to you both as it was me who had triggered Inky to write a funny poem.
BIG HUG FOR YOU BOTH. Let the karmic account settle now, pls.
JasmineAugust 12, 2014 at 7:58 am #63175
Matt, I’m sorry for making you feel bad.
“Matt’s face turns blue” (meaning I say something so outrageous you forget to breathe because you’re in shock) ~ wasn’t meant in a mean way. It was an acknowledgement to myself that my posts aren’t for everyone!
Yeah, I wrote that months ago when I was all, “Uh oh, this character doesn’t dig me!” when I first joined.
I won’t refer to you in my posts anymore and please don’t feel you have to refer to me in yours.
August 12, 2014 at 8:22 am #63178
- This reply was modified 6 years, 2 months ago by Inky.
Hugs, and thanks. I didn’t see the poem was written months ago (and now I remember reading it back then too, even remember rolling my eyes and breathing). I can’t seem to stop giggling about it. May 25th. Hahahahaha. It makes way more sense, now. And you didn’t cause my suffering, sister, I have an old trick knee that buckles under me sometimes. 🙂
Kind of like a cosmic spa… a little mud facial can exfoliate old pores. 🙂 You’re still a goddess to these eyes, sis, what a journey! May 25th. Hehehehehe.
MattAugust 12, 2014 at 8:32 am #63179
Oh Thank God!!!
I was feeling just utterly horrible for the past half hour!! Oh, phew, we’re pals!!!