Always One

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Combined with the sound and meaning of certain key words and symbols, numbers are links between events.  Given the time span of one year (or of centuries), dates of events – even the numbers of the pages on which they … Continue reading

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Ski Slopes

Ski Slopes

Streaming over snow-white hills
early morning sunbeams bridle
fluffy, puffy tufts of snow
thrown by skis
as bright-capped skiers
twist and turn when down they go.

Orange, red and yellow mittens,
scarves in browns and blues fly by:
symphony in speed and color
under flags of blue-white sky.

Experts and beginners glide
single file, or side by side,
down steep slopes,
hills low and wide,
icy center, crunchy side.

Patting charcoal furrows tight
up they stomp, and down they slide
changing patterns as they ride
dawn to dusk to almost night
by virgin fields of misty light.

Moonlight finally gleams in streamers,
night hangs curtains over all.
Secretly, in thick flaked darkness
fresh snows
fall.

Ute Kaboolian

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Time Frame

TIME FRAME

TWELVE O’CLOCK AND ALL IS WELL,
SAYS THE LAST CHIME OF THE BELL
IN THE SPACIOUS PRESENT.

Tomorrow and/or yesterday
only pass and change today
in the spacious present.

In each moment find your luck!
Though time goes forward, it gets stuck
in the spacious present.

NOW IS ETERNAL
There’s no time;
At any time the clock may chime
in the spacious present.

This present is our gift, our present.
Let’s use it fully, and who hasn’t
thought that
ALL IS WELL
AT THE LAST CHIME OF THE BELL
IN THE SPACIOUS PRESENT?

Ute Kaboolian

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Spring Shower

Spring Shower

Listen to the downpour drumming
on the porch roof.
See the rain!
Rivulets,
then rivers running
‘round the curb into the drain.

Shiny asphalt,
washed with buckets,
thorough cleansing,
one, two, three.
See that blue patch framed by storm clouds?
Sun pours diamonds through the tree.

Wind is slapping,
wildly rapping
dripping branches one on one.
Drops are flying,
fiercely vying
for a flight into the sun.

Ute Kaboolian

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On The Origin of Matter

     The human organism is the physical manifestation of different kinds of consciousness, all of them combining to make a significant personal statement in a time and space chosen for this statement to be most effective. The trick here is to remember that that same unique consciousness exists in an infinite number of historic and probable physical and non-physical realities or realms at the same time if we realize that electrons, neutrons and protons spin relentlessly and in different juxtapositions to one another within one atom and that that one atom is surrounded by an infinite number of other atoms while this whole invisible wonderworks appears to us as one solid object.

     We may be able to begin to understand how our conception of this, our entire physical universe, has been limited in scope exactly in accordance with our respective perceptional mechanism in the infinitely various probable realities. We must keep in mind that behind every physical phenomenon there is the original concept, or idea, which spawned it. And if limitations exist, they were created by us in the first place. There are no limits to the soul other than those the soul sets for itself. Imagine, then, a droplet of water which built an imaginary globe around itself, so that, no matter where the waves flung it, it would never be aware of its connection with the vast expanse of the ocean, or of the seashore, when it would be washed ashore, or of the clouds above the ocean when it would rise into the air, part of a storm cloud. The imaginary globe would still visibly, though in reality invisibly, surround it. It would be a barrier to the rest of creation. The drop would be oblivious to everything but itself. It would finally become self-conscious and would now be able to concentrate on its own immense properties and would be amazed at what it would find. With its new insights the droplet would now be able to immensely enrich the consciousness of the whole body of the ocean itself were it then able to dispense with the self-imposed barrier which has by now become part and parcel of the drop’s life force. The imaginary creation has become a physical reality, its origin forgotten. The imaginary globe around the droplet cannot be penetrated unless it is seen as imaginary. Then it will of itself disappear. First the desire for that to happen must occur.

     The consciousness of humanity identified with its body to such an extent that it is hard for it to realize that it is part of nature, of all of creation, that it is part of All That Is. The origin of any species lies in an original idea or concept of what that species should be like. Its beginning is ever new; for our thoughts keep it going. The thought manifestation in matter becomes its appropriate physical phenomenon. With our thoughts we think things into existence. As we change our idea or concept and choose one reality among many, so do those we have not chosen and those we have changed, appear in ever different physical probable realities, each of them convinced that theirs is the only “real” one. And they are right, of course. For to us theirs becomes the probable one. If, as a species, we like much in our world, we can congratulate ourselves. We accomplished a lot. We did not blow ourselves up. We did not pollute our environment to the point of no return. We are aware of those things.  Every day that we strive individually and collectively for a still better world, a more aware world, we come ever closer to the realization that there are literally no boundaries as to what we can accomplish.

Ute Kaboolian

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The Muse

THE MUSE

Little muse, I bid you enter.
Softly come into my heart.
Be my friend and be my mentor.
Through life’s hurdles let’s not part.

Help me rhyme and write and think.
Pour your whole being into me.
I’m all yours and there is nothing
I wouldn’t want you to have or be.

You sure came from far away places,
Messengers from my own native lands
Where behind long forgotten stars
My own cradle stood and stands.

Still, when it comes right down to it,
I must admit and have to say:
I found myself and came up with myself.
There really is no other way.

Ute Kaboolian

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Hello world!

I have been dabbling at poetry to express my ideas about existence, about where we fit into this and other universes, and about the concept of time.  I have also been writing essays about synchronicities and a stream of coincidences that have sporadically pervaded my life. Those coinciding incidents convince me that there’s rhyme and and reason in everything, even in the numbers we encounter, whether they are telephone numbers, house numbers, license plate or social security numbers, or even the numbers on bills and price tags.  I also write verses about flowers, rain and sunshine, and the beauty of nature. I will be posting my musings here on this blog — I hope you enjoy them and would love to hear from you.

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