Showing posts with label John Prine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Prine. Show all posts

Saturday, May 31, 2025

The Pebble












"The greatest disease in the west today is not TB or Leprosy;

it is being unwanted, unloved, and uncared for .We can cure

diseases with medicine , but the only cure for loneliness, despair,

and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are

dying for a piece of bread but there are many more dying for

a little love. The poverty of the West is a different kind of

poverty --- it is not only a poverty of loneliness

but also of spirituality. There is a hunger for love, the is a hunger 

for the Divine."

- Saint Mother Teresa


Inspiration :

An executive on her way to a meeting noticed a homeless woman

she had passed time to time . The woman executive stopped , 

bought a sandwich for the woman. During her conversation

the executive learned how this destitute spirit became broken. 

After a few years of serving sandwiches to the homeless

this executive left her corporate world to create a non for profit

to help the homeless by teaching them how to help themselves.

The organization grew rapidly around the U.S.

to over 200,000 volunteers in 43 states. 

She received the "Points of Light Award" 

from President H.W. Bush.


This pilgrim then met with this executive seeking  her counsel

as to starting a not for profit service for the unemployed. 

The compassionate executive placing her hand on mine,

"When you are ready your heart will know', adding,

"a helping hand can also be in the small things."

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karen_Olson


This searcher in disguise then shared 

the previous meeting with another

successful well respected empath female exec.

He trusted her impeccable judgment and ability

to see right through to the heart of the matter.

Listening intently a smile stretched across her face,

"You know you are filled with the spirit. 

Whatever path you follow, be the pebble

the ripples will do the rest ."

https://www.ehstoday.com/safety/article/21914708/former-csb-chairman-dies


A consoling voice murmurs from 

within a transcendental proclamation, 

 " We don't stop being or working

for good , showing compassion and helping those

who can't help themselves because we may not see 

the result of our effort. One doesn't love another just

to be loved in return. We are not selfless and helpful for any

reward...in this life or the the next...we do it ,

....we live this way because 

it is the right thing to do."

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The Writing :

The Pebble

I.

See the broken card board boxes

under the rusted overpass.

Torn sheet tents ,  

three wheeled shopping carts adorning

the passage ways to the residents

reluctant to call this their home.


II.

The fragile factories shuttered and chained.

Remains of once bustling business cubicles 

now abandoned , rats and more rats

roam seeking scraps

through the maze of the refuse of 

once self proclaimed cathedrals of free enterprise.

Those at the beggar's banquet 

inquire from those who have ears to hear.

More vacant office buildings

than hope filled homeless hungry citizens 

needing just an opportunity 

to feed and shelter loved one's.

Desitute cohorts in confusion

over the news of Richard Cory's tragic fate.

A misguided midnight one trick pony preacher 

misses the existential synchronicity

of the moment imploring the disoriented herd ,

"How can the poor pull themselves 

up by their bootstraps if they have no boots"?


III.

The roaming pilgrim blinks at a sudden

supernatural cosmic bright beam shining through 

the fog, grime and clouds 

hiding the divine virgin blue canopy.

This sublime gleam cannot be commanded as

it glows where and when it wills.

The pilgrim catches a glimpse of 

the focal point bathed in the light , 

a drifter casually entering a tired donut shop

who reaches out to a young mother 

on the never ending check out line. There two

toddlers tugging the mom's one hand 

as her other hand frantically 

sorts through the collect of dulled 

worn down coins on the cashier counter.

Attempting to avoid attention he hands 

his plastic money card 

to a manic puzzled barista .

The drifter pays for the woman's order,

not stopping for a thank you he slips away.

A half humiliated-humble smile accompanies a

a solo tear carefully meandering down the mother's cheeks,

     -  a pebble drops.

- JF Sobecki

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" For us , there is only the trying. The rest is not up 

to us."

- T.S. Eliot


Words: Poetry and Such (for your Inspiration and reflection)

click on "links" below each picture for video and sound


Have You Earned Tomorrow

Is anybody happier because you passed this way?

   Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?

This day is almost over, and its toiling time is through;

   Is there anyone to utter a kind word of you?


Did you give a cheerful greeting to the friend who came

   along?

   Or a churlish sort of 'Howdy" and then vanish in the throng?

Were you selfie , pure and simple as you rushed along the

way?

   Or is someone deeply grateful for a deed you did today?


Can you say tonight , in parting with the day that's slipping

fast, 

that you helped a single brother of the many you 

passed?

Is a single voice rejoicing over what you did or said,

does a man who's hopes are fading now with courage

look ahead?


Did you waste the day , or lose it, was it well or sorely spent?

   Did you leave a trail of kindness or a scar of discontent?

As you close your eyes in slumber do you think God

would say.

   You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did

today?

- Edgar A Guest


If I can Stop One Heart From Breaking

If I can stop one heart from breaking,

I shall not live in vain;

if I can ease one life the aching,

on cool one pain

unto his nest again,

I shall not live in vain.

- Emily Dickinson


The Speech That Broke the Internet

https://youtu.be/wHRdQVnR3XA?si=WRYyToAyqo_iGF_g

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Music : for your listening pleasure and reflection

click on "links" below each picture for video and sound

I think It's Going to Rain Today - R. Newman

https://youtu.be/7zDt8xyVKtw?si=m2pXnz3DyT0sEXEy


Hello In There - J. Prine

https://youtu.be/RfwGkplB_sY?si=w7sJRGMuuBBvrONN

What The World Needs Now - Ja okie DeShannon

https://youtu.be/YUaxVQPohlU?si=Liyjp9n3umSBMI0j

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Coda: For your reflection and contemplation

Happiness is Amazing

https://youtube.com/shorts/IpqbaOc_OrI?si=p_ZdlA-Y0aklq5ZJ


Small Things Like These  - Movie ( w Cillian Murphy)

( Based on the Novella (Booker Prize Winner) by Claire Keegan 

If you do not to read ...watch this movie - now on cable/streaming)

https://youtu.be/Nqwn5Y_Y4xs?si=nVV73MtZIBjzrXBL


Kundun - ( the Dalai Lama escapes Tibet

from the Chinese invasion- movie ending)

https://youtu.be/WB5Buz0MvZM?si=aDiWWnvVEPq8FER6


R.I.P. - Chase 

Miss you Chase -- I know you're with your pal Otis.

See you on that Rainbow Bridge


To YB and all the self exiling pilgrims - Remember everything 

you have been seeking has been living within...

                                 

53 Years ! (6/16/72)







                                                               













And two bonus tracks just because sometimes we just need

you get up and dance...TURN IT UP!!!

Protection - Colin James and Lucinda Williams

https://youtu.be/pOVJJjamYUA?si=GRJ_DTokuZCKr5wQ

Shine - Mondo Cozmo

https://youtu.be/QIXwAc-zSmw?si=Sv0rBWSPaAzcGxN0


Love And Mercy - B. Wilson

https://youtu.be/U6oYC0Gus-Q?si=huzIm2axWW-a5DUj


AMDG

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Thursday, October 31, 2024

A Septuagenarian Seeker's Sanctuary











"For all the rain and snow come down from heaven and do not
return there but water the earth, making it bring forth and sprout,
giving seed to the sower and bread to the eater , so shall my word
be that that goes out from my mouth ; it shall not return to me
empty , but shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall
succeed in the thing for which I sent it."
- IS 55:10-11


"Imagine the earth devoid of human life, inhabited by only plants and animals. 
Will it still have a past and a future . Could we still speak of time in a meaningful way?
The question "What time is it? or "What is the date today?" - if anybody
were to ask it ---would be quite meaningless. The oak tree and the eagle would
 be bemused by such a question....they would answer 
"Well of course , it is now . The time is now. What else is there?"
- Eckhart Tolle, The Power of Now

We call the current moment - "present" as it is a gift"
- Unknown





















Inspiration:

It might be more interesting to say how an inspiration
came in the gift of an angel speaking softly in a dream.
Things do not always happen when and how we expect, right?
Sad to say that no midnight or dawn illumination caused this
particular spark. Rather, as the years begin to add up
it was at a moment of contemplation of the journey - 
people I have met and friends I have made, 
places I have been , events in storms or with calm prevailing
winds , how and  when mercy washed me down. It seems 
as this pilgrim ages those moments of soul filled sanctuary 
the heart is filled with the present and all that has prepared 
me for the now as I settle into mindfulness. 

Ah, sanctified solace..

The Writing:

A Septuagenarian Seeker's Sanctuary 

Ominous clouds squeeze out the rain
nourishing every aspect of creation.
Streams flow into to rivers,
the rivers spill into the sea only to have
this world of water release itself forming
new clouds. Trees release their last leaves
where the mystical wind of an unknown source
carries seeds across the landscape where 
seedlings slowly sprout reaching to heaven.
Silverstein's tree becomes shade and comfort
to resting robins and squirrels or eventually cutdown 
carefully crafting it into a scribner's pencil or writing desk.
The remaining stump comforts that boy who
once delighted in climbing limb to limb,
now a tired old man needing
a place to rest. While remnants of the forest family
are carefully carved into a boat launching
pilgrims out into the deep of the unknown sea.

- JF Sobecki

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Poetry and such:
(A thanks to the Irish poets)

(On the possibility of a divine presence in all creation)
"I do not need to believe. I know."
- Carl Jung

This is the time to be slow - John O'Donohoe

When You Are Old -WB Yeats (read by Cillian Murphy)


For a New Beginning - John O' Donohue


and one American poet

Song of Myself - Walt Whitman (Read by John Doherty)

Music: 

For your listening and inspiration.
click on the link below each feature

Be Here Now - G. Harrison
 


Hello in There - John Prine


Who Knows Were the Time Goes - J. Collins


The Circle Game - T. Rush ( J. Mitchell)


Coda:

Something extra for your listening pleasure and contemplation:
( How and when do you savor being in the now- 
letting go , being authentic and present to the magnificence?)

"For us there is only the trying. The rest is not our business"
- T.S. Eliot 

The Adventure of Being Alive - Joseph Campbell

Old - P. Simon 


Have a grace filled Thanksgiving

AMDG

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Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Independence Day 2020 : Wisdom of a Cigar Man





Your children are not your children
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s
Longing for itself
They come through you but not from you.
And though they are with you yet they 
Belong not to you.

     On Children, Kahil Gibran











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Wisdom of The Cigar Man

That Pilgrim couldn’t sleep last night.
Thought dreams and questions swirled faster and faster.
He wasn’t in Kansas anymore.
“What is the point of all this?
How did this all get so corrupted and twisted inside out?
A friend’s father suggested the divine decides
To thin the heard every 20 to 30 years.
Did we ever consider how we may 
Be contributing to these distractions now and those to come?
Sometimes the distractions are much more destructive
Then we could ever dream about.
This is not about you or me.
We are not here for our own benefit and delight are we?
‘Love everyone’ is painted on both church and tenement walls.
The American poet wrote “The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship.’
Why do I believe what I believe?
Where is it written that this person or group of people 
Are better than another person or group, or have the right answer ?
One schooled economist analyzed and promulgated how there are
Enough resources on this earth to feed, clothe, shelter
And care for every living being.
A billboard on Dylan’s Highway 61 read ‘Compassion.’
The Yoda settled in his Shaker Mission chair suggested,
 ‘The greatest love you can give your children
Is to love your spouse. Consider the world you are leaving
 to your children and grandchildren.’”

The Pilgrim recalled recently wandering through a deep mysterious fog
Into a Cigar Shop where the owner who once lived in Eastern Europe, lighted him a welcoming cigar , asked him to have a seat
And the Cigar Man began , 

“ I came to America to be free. America is a wonderful place.
Yet , Americans are clueless to all that they have. 
I have experienced how unbridled anger ,
Jealousy and greed leads to violence and war
All because people had different views .
Unfortunately Americans somehow believe all that it can’t happen here.
I thought the American political process would be better than the rest of the world. Whatever happened to coming up with solutions to solve problems rather than spending one’s energy disparaging 
The opponent or their constituents while fueling more anger?
Is the common good of the country not important anymore?
What’s wrong with trying to bring people together?
I wish you all would study more what happened in Eastern Europe and What continues there today.”

Easying into his soft leathered arm chair he concluded , “You know people from all walks of life and opinions gather, smoke cigars and have a little escape from the angst in this smoke shop. It is amazing to be with people who respect each other , talk , laugh and smoke a good cigar.”

Somehow sanctified a smile swept across the pilgrim’s face as he grabbed his lit cigar, waved a grateful farewell saying -
“ I  need to get home .”

  • JF Sobecki



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The Summer Day - Mary Oliver (live)
https://youtu.be/rBPHUE961zI


Where do the children Play - Yusuf/Cat Stevens


Teach Your Children - Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young


America - Simon and Garfunkel

Locked Up - The Avett Brothers


4th Of JulyAsbury Park - Bruce


I Remember Everything - John Price
(The last song he recorded)


Blue Bayou - Linda Rondstadt * 



And if you have not seen this movie
I recommend it without reservation ****

A Hidden Life






Happy and Safe Fourth of July
Remember “Wear (a mask) and Care / Social Distancing saves lives”




Amdg















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