DailyMeditation

My Four Little Ladies
O.K., let me start things off right here. To begin with, I have always thought about women toooooo........ much. What will they think?, what would they say?, yada yada yada... Since moving up to Washington recently, and being secluded indoors much more frequently than I am used to by the weather, I have done a whole hell of a lot more thinking about things and my life, in general. What has resulted, in my opinion of course, is an "enlightened" view of the world and the people who live upon it.

To show you all what I am talking about here I will give you descriptions of the four 'Little Women' in my life. We will go in the order that each of them came into my life. There is no difference between them being mentioned first or last, being better or worse. It's not like I would have learned anything that I could have used from them, at the time I was with them, to make my choices any better, any way. I'm a guy, always thinking with the wrong head, you get the picture.

First, there's Gurt. She is very rough around the edges in a real dismissive kind of way. Gurt doesn't really care about anyone else on this planet, or what they think. She makes all her own choices and decisions upon her own reasoning, and fears. Gurt has not had too happy of a life. Growing up on the side of the street, in a small town, none the less. No body ever paid her much attention, and or to her family. In fact, they were almost seen as pests, not wanted by society. No one took the time to admire there stern and simpy apparent honest character. They will live off what they can, and do the best with what they are given to live with. Gurt stands straight and isolated from the group of my little women. She doesn't like, even the appearance of, being similar to anyone, and or thing, out there. Those demons! It's like she is standing in a ball of flames. Stamping down all of those hellish influences out in the world today. I just wish that, at one time in her life, she would be able to see and appreciate those burning embers for the beauty and powerful purpose that they posess. In my opinion, if Gurt would have ever stopped, sat down and thought about all of these fears and influence's, things could have been more positive in here life. By things I don't just mean 'material' possesions, but thought's and feeling and relationships as well. It doesn't take my degree in Psychology to realize the affect one's emotions have upon their personality, actions, and eventually life's product and outcome.

Now, onto the second of my fourt little women, Earlene. She was from the same area as Gurt, had all the same influences. Yet, she turned out much differently. She has a much bigger concern with the public's opinion. She likes to wear the long, sweepeing and flowing dresses, always searching for one's eye. It always appears she is reaching out for one's attention. Even though she was not the most beautiful of things. She was a little older than the rest, more brown and gray, and faded by lifes trials and the energy that they drained from her. She had even put a fire pit in her front yard to throw all of the town's parties at. She always considered other's opinions before her own, feelling that would make her more acceptable. You know what I mean?, kinda leaning over to be in the middle of the crowd?

Oh, Daisey-May, Daisey-May, Daisey-May. She was the worst of them all. Her biggest influence was not what the public thought of her, but the impression that she didn't care what they thought of her. She was a very attractive and pert little thing, on her good days. If you could only see her in the mornings, when she was naked. She looked like a skinny little coat rack, with no coats. It takes the spring to get her made up all nice and pretty like. She has a slim figure, with very pronounced curves. All of her appearance was highly attended to.The color of her clothes was always bright, but with little faded sections just to accent the whole outfit. She was the type of lady that when she 'gave' anyone anything, she would reach out less than half the way to give it to you. This, of course, in attempts to have and make others give extra effort when dealing with her, whether they wanted to or not. In the same light, she had even put up bright and shiny stepping stones on a steep and curving trail to her front door, at which, she had a very plush and soft velvet chair for one to sit upon and rest while in her presence. Doesn't she sound like someone you'd choose to admire (worship)?

The last of my teachers is Betty. She is a cute girl, a little on the chubby side. She was as bright and shiney as Daisey-May, but not in an arrogant kind'a way. She was much like Earlene, but with a much more 'showy' type of presentation. She had a couple little one's always at her feet, but she always tried to stand tall and be above them. Not wanting to give the impression of being 'just another house Mom'. Betty always had her hair up in pig tails, or braids, or this and that, giving that buoyant appearrance to her. She was always in a positive and happy type of mood, but I would always be able to see beyond all of that. She still had that lean to her. Do you know what I'm talking about here? She was more concerned with other's opinions before her own. Always reaching into the crowd to feel as part of the group?

My four little ladies are of great importance to me. Not for their appearance, or sense of pride I get from their presence. No, for the lesson's they've taught me, and will forever continue to educate me of my own human nature. It makes me feel secure how they are always at my door for my every beck and call. I never have to worry about feeling isolated, because they will always be there for me. All they need from me is an occasional little loving attention. Please, please, please, don't be offended by my words here. Just have a look at my beloved little ladies here....

Current Understanding

Buddha Nature

Living life instinctually,

enabling actions to proceed

without the need for thoughts, judgments, opinions,

conscious behavior.

Only living with no needs,

desires,

or awareness of justification.

Just 'Being'

and active upon any and all

instincts is all that's needed.

There ought not be any worries about

taking wrong or negative actions

due to our Original, Positive, compassionate base nature.

Making the compassionate and

loving emotional, chemical reactions through our pancreas

is all of our bodies most beneficial and

primitive response to those thought/action sensation episodes in life.

What causes it to be so difficult for humans

is all of the excess thought and energy

that runs through our enlarged parietal lobes,

or as one may call them, our deformity/handicap.

All of these extra details

humans feel the need to run through our brains

(to ?, to rationalize, to categorize good/bad)

is what we have been trained and mislead to believe as being beneficial.

By living and thinking and behaving this way

is what we respect as maturity.

Think of a child's actions,

especially when they are all alone.

Aren't they generally smiling,

and enjoying what ever it may be?

If it wasn't for the 'Adult' interference

and attempts of guiding and teaching their child in the ways of the world,

would we have this same excessive amount of

negative human behaviors and or problems?

These over sized brains have caused this 'Intelligence',

are generalized incertainities and feelings of discomfort

due to our brains needs,

a rational/logical/intellectually justifiable reasoning.

(Common Sense?!?)

Isn't the quality of not needing a reason more common?

It is only us humans upon this earth,

out of all of the other forms of life and our reality,

that have this 'Need' for a reason.

Does this really make us more intelligent???