The Key to Spiritual growth is Awareness

Entry for December 03, 2008/ Another Christmas HaHa!!

Wed, 03 Dec 2008 16:32:11 GMT

A Letter To Santa From Mom-- Funny Christmas Stories --

Dear Santa,

I've been a good mom all year. I've fed, cleaned and cuddled my two children on demand, visited the doctor's office more than my doctor, sold sixty-two cases of candy bars to raise money to plant a shade tree on the school playground and figured out how to attach nine patches onto my daughter's girl scout sash with staples and a glue gun.

I was hoping you could spread my list out over several Christmases, since I had to write this letter with my son's red crayon, on the back of a receipt in the laundry room between cycles, and who knows when I'll find anymore free time in the next 18 years.

Here are my Christmas wishes:

I'd like a pair of legs that don't ache after a day of chasing kids (in any color, except purple, which I already have) and arms that don't flap in the breeze but are strong enough to carry a screaming toddler out of the candy aisle in the grocery store. I'd also like a waist, since I lost mine somewhere in the seventh month of my last pregnancy. If you're hauling big ticket items this year I'd like a car with fingerprint resistant windows and a radio that only plays adult music; a television that doesn't broadcast any programs containing talking animals; and a refrigerator with a secret compartment behind the crisper where I can hide to talk on the phone.

On the practical side, I could use a talking daughter doll that says, "Yes, Mommy" to boost my parental confidence, along with one potty-trained toddler, two kids who don't fight and three pairs of jeans that will zip all the way up without the use of power tools. I could also use a recording of Tibetan monks chanting, "Don't eat in the living room" and 'Take your hands off your brother,' because my voice seems to be just out of my children's hearing range and can only be heard by the dog. And please don't forget the Playdoh Travel Pack, the hottest stocking stuffer this year for mothers of preschoolers. It comes in three fluorescent colors and is guaranteed to crumble on any carpet making the in-laws' house seem just like mine. If it's too late to find any of these products, I'd settle for enough time to brush my teeth and comb my hair in the same morning, or the luxury of eating food warmer than room temperature without it being served in a Styrofoam container. If you don't mind I could also use a few Christmas miracles to brighten the holiday season. Would it be too much trouble to declare ketchup a vegetable? It will clear my conscience immensely. It would be helpful if you could coerce my children to help around the house without demanding payment as if they were the bosses of an organized crime family; or if my toddler didn't look so cute sneaking downstairs to eat contraband ice cream in his pajamas at midnight.

Well, Santa, the buzzer on the dryer is ringing and my son saw my feet under the laundry room door. I think he wants his crayon back. Have a safe trip and remember to leave your wet boots by the chimney and come in and dry off by the fire so you don't catch a cold. Help yourself to cookies on the table but don't eat too many or leave crumbs on the carpet.

Yours Always...Mom.

P.S. - One more thing...you can cancel all my requests if you can keep my children young enough to believe in Santa.

Entry for December 01, 2008/Lightening it up.

Mon, 01 Dec 2008 20:04:58 GMT

This wasn't written by me. Hopefully it will lighten up things here.

Thank-you to these folks : Funny Christmas Stories
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Here is a funny Christmas story. Please enjoy the laugh!

Chrismukkah-- Funny Christmas Stories --

Continuing the current trend of large-scale mergers and acquisitions, it was announced today at a press conference that Christmas and Hanukkah will merge. An industry source said that the deal had been in the works for about 1300 years.

While details were not available at press time, it is believed that the overhead cost of having twelve days of Christmas and eight days of Hanukkah was becoming prohibitive for both sides. By combining forces, we're told, the world will be able to enjoy consistently high-quality service during the Fifteen Days of Chrismukkah, as the new holiday is being called.

Massive layoffs are expected, with lords a-leaping and maids a-milking being the hardest hit. As part of the conditions of the agreement, the letters on the dreydl, currently in Hebrew, will be replaced by Latin, thus becoming unintelligible to a wider audience.

Also, instead of translating to "A great miracle happened there," the message on the dreydl will be the more generic "Miraculous stuff happens." In exchange, it is believed that Jews will be allowed to use Santa Claus and his vast merchandising resources for buying and delivering their gifts.

One of the sticking points holding up the agreement for at least three hundred years was the question of whether Jewish children could leave milk and cookies for Santa even after having eaten meat for dinner. A breakthrough came last year, when Oreos were finally declared to be Kosher. All sides appeared happy about this.

A spokesman for Christmas, Inc., declined to say whether a takeover of Kwanzaa might not be in the works as well. He merely pointed out that, were it not for the independent existence of Kwanzaa, the merger between Christmas and Chanukah might indeed be seen as an unfair cornering of the holiday market. Fortunately for all concerned, he said, Kwanzaa will help to maintain the competitive balance. He then closed the press conference by leading all present in a rousing rendition of "Oy Vey, All Ye Faithful."

Entry for November 23, 2008/ Your Memories.

Sun, 23 Nov 2008 18:03:04 GMT

The Importance of Memories.

This entry is about memories, but first I would like to explain about my writings here for my newer friends, the older ones too, lest you may have forgotten.

What I write here is done from inspiration from the Creative Forces, some of you would say God or God’s Power.

What is written doesn’t come from reading and studying many books. Therefore I rarely quote great authors or the scriptures. Many feel what I write or say can be backed up by scriptures from many different faiths. If that happens it is pure coincidence.

During a Spiritual session with person here at my home I used a parable of planting a garden to explain finding the way to Spiritual growth. A few weeks later he was reading a book by Hazrat Inayat Khan and found almost the same exact parable there.

I could have been accused of plagiarism, but this man knew I had never read the book and brought me a copy.

Everything I post here is As Mike OCs It. It is written in simple language because I am a simple unlearned man.

My site is called “The Key to Spiritual Growth is Awareness”, because Spiritual Growth, at least in my case, requires us to have an Awareness of what takes place in us and others.

You might agree with what I write and may not. Just remember you can take what you can use and leave the rest.

I am sorry that this explanation is making this a long entry, but I felt it needed to be said.

Now we can get on with this entry: The Importance of Memories.

What are memories? What do they do for us? What do they do to us?

First, What are memories? They of course are things and thoughts of times good and bad in our past. Of people, places and things good and bad in our past. Why are those memories there? I personally believe they are there because the person, place, thing and action involved were something we cared very much about. One or more of these things is involved with a memory.

In a good memory they seem to all be there. In fact, pondering as I write, I realize in a permanent memory all four are present. The same thing is true for a bad memory. I mean of course one that becomes a permanent memory.

In a good memory or bad as long as all things remain the same it has value.

Let’s talk about a bad memory first.

As long as all things remain the same it teaches us. When one thing changes it puts us in doubt.
Example; We ate dinner at a new restaurant. It made us ill. This bad memory teaches us not to eat there again. However 6 months later a friend informs us that they have a new owner and chef there. What do we do now? Remember memories are made up of people, places, things and actions or happenings.

The people have changed and it is uncomfortable for us because it puts us in doubt. Do we try eating there again or not?

Just a small example of what a memory can do to us.

Let’s talk now about the good memory.

The same thing holds true. As long as all things remain the same it brings us happiness. In fact as long as even one of those things, people. places, actions or happenings remains the same it goes into our happy or pleasant file.

In some good memories it is the person that plays the significant role, some the place, some the happening and some the action. When that significant part is missing the memory doesn’t seem the same. This makes us uncomfortable or brings us sorrow and sadness because we realize we can’t recreate that memory as a new memory ever again.

When most of our good memories can’t be recreated again because either the person, place, happening or action, whichever is the significant part, is missing it brings us grief.

The most significant of the four is the person usually. The other three can change, but as long as the person is there, we do what?

If we change the place we build new memories around the place. If the happenings or actions change, we build new memories around the new event.

But if that same person isn’t there the memory just isn’t the same.

Example: You and that Special person go on vacation to Hawaii in 1988. You see everything, you do everything. Being there a whole 2 weeks you even see and do some things twice.

But in 2008, it is 20 years later, you guys want to go back because the memories are loosing their impact. You guys can do that because you both are still together.

If you aren’t, then what do you do?

As Mike Ocs it. There are three memory files. Happy, pleasant and bad.

Memories that we can’t recreate that are memories that brought us happiness certainly would not go into the bad memory file, but must be put in the pleasant memory file. If they aren’t and we continue to try to get happiness from unrecreatable old memories, the loss of being unable to recreate them will make us heartsick. The trick is, how do we get them there?

Moving memories, Happy, joyous and old good memories into the pleasant memory file, is what we want to talk about now.

Suppose a good memory had a mind of it’s own thus knew it was losing it’s impact, but couldn’t be recreated. I am sure it wouldn’t want to die. It also would not feel useful unless filed in the pleasant file. But, if we file it away in the pleasant memory file and have no happy memory to take it’s place. The happy file becomes empty and no one wants an empty happiness file.

So we try to take what seems to be the easier softer way and use the old happy file until it is completely broken. Thus we have to replace the whole thing.

What if we start building happy memories to put in the happy file 1 at a time and moving the old happy memories to the pleasant memory file 1 at a time.

Eventually we will be surprised. We have a whole file of new happy memories and a whole file of pleasant memories.

Sad, lonely and depressed we are no more.

Yes, it sounds simple, mainly because it is. Try it you might liked it.

Entry for November 16, 2008/Loving us all.

Mon, 17 Nov 2008 01:14:25 GMT

An As Mike Ocs It musing.

Loving us All

If you could love you twice as much as I do

Then you could love me twice as much as I do

You see, me loving you helps me to love me.

You loving me helps me to love me

Me loving you helps you to love you

You loving me helps you to love you twice as much as you do.

So see what happens is;

I and you become you and me

You and me become me and you

Me and me end up in love with you and you

You and me end up in love with me and you

You probably think this is a bunch of baugh,

But truly this is how we end up

Loving us All !

Entry for November 11, 2008/ A short story.

Wed, 12 Nov 2008 02:29:59 GMT

On a rainy evening here in Houston it is kind of quiet so I felt you might like to hear a story. If the mood strikes you, pull up a spot here on the floor and I will tell you a story about my first dog.

My Wild Dog “Blackie”

Let me start this out by letting you know why Blackie was so important to me.
When I was 6 years old, back in 1949, my Mom sent me to a home for orphans and kids from broken homes. This place is called the
Hutton Settlement, it is still there outside Spokane WA. It wasn’t too bad living there. Then when I was 12, in the summer of 1955, my mother sent for me to come to the mountains of Northern CA to live with her, my stepfather and my little half sister who was 3 at the time. To be honest I really didn’t want to go. It meant leaving all the friends I had at the settlement, about 30 boys all around my age, also my cat, Saddleback, but when you are 12 you have to go where you are told. So I said goodbye and left. I was put on the Shasta Daylight Southern Pacific train headed for Redding CA… That trip took 2 days.

My mom and my new Stepfather and half sister met me at the train. I remember I was scared. LOL.
Then my stepfather drove many, many miles up into the mountains north of Redding. I was later to find out it was only 22 miles.

Here I had gone from being around lots of friends and was almost instantly cast into the mountains with no one but a 3 year old girl to play with. Plus living with a woman and a strange man I hardly knew.
The summer passed and most of my days were spent down at Shasta Lake fishing with an old beat up fishing pole my stepfather let me use.

Then finally school started. I was to ride a small school bus 18 miles farther north on old highway 99, which is now Interstate 5, but back then was a very winding two lane highway. My school was nestled a mile off the highway in the woods. It was a one room school house with a divider in the main room. Dividing grades 1-4 from grades 5-8. I and one girl were in the 5^th grade. There were about 26 kids in the whole school.
9 or 10 of us rode the bus. There was one boy who lived 2 miles from me. The rest were a lot farther away.

Then one day about May of that school year we were outside playing before the school bell rang. A black dog that looked to be part setter of some kind came slinking around the edge of the yard. We would try to get close to him and he wanted nothing to do with us. Even growling and snarling at a couple of bigger boys who tried to chase him.

At lunch time I went out on the front steps with my 2 sandwiches. He was still out on the edge of the school yard, so I started throwing pieces of one of my sandwiches over towards him. Finally very cautiously he moved up and got a bite about 8 ft. from me, then another about 4 ft. He ate the whole sandwich ,but wouldn’t come closer than 4 ft. Then it was time for class.
After school we that rode the bus came out to wait. I stood off from the rest of the kids, here he came darting out of the woods and ran right up to me. When one of the other kids reached towards him he would snarl and lean on my leg. The bus came and I begged the bus driver to let me bring him home. Finally he agreed as long as me and MY dog rode in the seat up front by him. Blackie behaved all the way home.

My mom helped me talk my stepfather into letting me keep him. Now I finally had a real friend.

He wouldn’t let anyone touch him , but me. He finally after months let my mom pat him on the head. He would tolerate my sister touching him maybe 2 minutes then snarl. He didn’t like my Stepfather at all.
When I went to school he would hide in the woods near the cabin and run out to meet me when I got off the bus out at the highway.
At night he would sleep on my cot with me. On weekends until school was out me and Blackie would go to the lake fishing. During that summer we went every single day, after my chores of course. He was about a year or so old I guess and evidently what had happened is someone left him off on the highway when he was just a little pup and he learned to survive on his own.
When we were out fishing he would hear a ground squirrel yakking. He would look until he spotted him. Then swim across the arm of the lake. Which was ¾ of a mile wide where we fished. He would run out of the water shaking off as he ran. Not towards the squirrel, but up into the woods to find the entrance to his burrow . Then he would come back to the shoreline and keep barking and moving closer to the squirrel to scare him. When the squirrel ran Blackie didn’t chase him. Instead he ran for the entrance of his burrow and would nab him as he ran in. Then Blackie would proudly swim back with his dinner in his mouth.

One afternoon he was up in the manzanita brush and started barking, here he comes out of the brush chasing a Jack rabbit. There was about a 40 ft space between the water line and the brush that was just clear red dirt. He chased that rabbit for 20 minutes keeping it from being able to get back into the brush. Finally the rabbit just collapsed. He had run it to death. As Blackie proudly watched, I skinned it and checked it for spots. Built a fire and cooked me and Blackie a great rabbit supper.

We had lots of great times , me and old Blackie. I could go on and on.
He sure was there when this young boy needed a loving friend.
At the end of that next summer we moved in closer to a little town.
Blackie didn’t like people so my stepfather made me tie him up after he snapped at a neighbor girl.
I got up a couple of mornings later and Blackie had chewed through the rope and took off. I went looking for him. I found him about 4 miles from the house out on the freeway. He had been hit by a car and was dead.
They had turned that part of old highway 99 the 2 lane highway into freeway and he didn’t understand the wide 4 lane highway. He was headed north, back to his mountains.

Thanks for listening.

Entry for November 09, 2008/ Too early.

Sun, 09 Nov 2008 10:15:59 GMT

Here it is 3AM

Why would this old man be writing a blog at 3AM?
Because I can’t sleep, that is why of course.

Usually I sleep pretty well, up a couple of times to use the restroom, but go right back to bed and to sleep. Waking up refreshed at 5:30AM to have a fresh brewed cup of coffee that automatically makes at 5AM sharp.

Tonight though I woke up at 12:45 and my mind started working immediately. Not the enjoyable pondering that usually goes on. No! Instead it was a freight train of worries.

So I hit the on button on the coffee pot at 1AM and here I am wired on coffee and cigarettes attempting to write. Thinking maybe this will keep me from smoking and finishing off the half of pot of coffee that is left.

These worries were nothing about the normal things one worries about, like money, bills, why is that plant dying, or health issues. I don’t have children to worry about either.

So just what has/had my mind so wound up?

First there was this email I sent this morning, no it is 3AM so I sent it yesterday morning to one of my dearest friends. Yes it was a properly nice email. LOL. In fact I thought I had done a masterful bit of writing.

About 9PM last night I got to thinking could I have offended that friend.

So I pulled up the email out of the sent file and reread it over and over several times. It still seemed ok to me. By this time it is 9:30 PM and my phone rings. I see on the caller ID that it is a man I tried to help in 2000. He did real well for 2 years and then started drinking and using again. Then he disappeared. That is not unusual doing what I do, people come and go out of my life regularly. Even some of those that get well. They move on and start helping others. Anyhow I hadn’t heard from him or about him for 6 years.

He was all the way up in the NW in a small town. He had Googled me and found my number. Something to worry about? No , not then anyway. It was only a few minutes and I had led him to Multiply and was showing him how to go back in my blogs to the start of the Spiritual series/book. I had taken him through that whole process one on one back in 2000. He is trying for recovery again.

Just as we were finishing up our conversation one of the tenants here came screaming half drunk at my door. Till January I am still on site asst. manager here. He screams “ Mike there is a horrible rattling sound coming out of the boiler room right next to my apartment. You better come quick, it sounds like the hot water heater might explode. Of course I am in my pajamas ready for my bedtime at 10PM. By now it is past that. Fortunately it is around 60 degrees and not raining.

We run to the boiler room and I quickly diagnose that it is one of the 2 circulating pumps that keep the hot water moving constantly through the pipes ,so you don’t have to wait 15 minutes to get hot water when you turn the tap on. One flick of the switch and I turn that pump off. He staggers back to his apartment very relieved. Me, I know half of the apartments are going to have a long wait getting hot water this morning and Monday morning. This can’t get fixed until Monday.

I washed up, shut my house down and headed to bed. Then decided I better read that email again. It still seems ok to me.

I sit down and say my Let Life get Easier verse as I do every night and pray for those on my current prayer list. Went right off to sleep, only to wake up as I mentioned, worrying. I even tried the verse again before turning on the coffee and this time that didn’t even work.

It is now 4AM and I will go post this rambling entry. I don’t have to worry about Yahoo eating it. LOL I typed it in MicroSoft word document so I can copy and paste it over and over until it posts. By the time I get that done it will almost be time for me to get up anyway. So I will finish off that half of pot of coffee that is left and probably find some other stuff to worry about.

Hoping all who read this slept well and woke up to a Fantabulous Sunday.

Entry for November 04, 2008/ Going Bananas

Wed, 05 Nov 2008 02:38:05 GMT

Watching this whole counting of election votes this evening was driving me Bananas and I happened to rembember this, that I copied from someone's blog years ago.

"A Banana a day keeps the doctor away”

Never, put your banana in the refrigerator! !!
This is interesting.
After reading this, you'll never look at a banana in the same way again.

Bananas contain three natural sugars - sucrose, fructose and glucose combined with fiber. A banana gives an instant, sustained and substantial boost of energy.

Research has proven that just two bananas provide enough energy for a strenuous 90-minute workout. No wonder the banana is the number one fruit with the world's leading athletes.

But energy isn't the only way a banana can help us keep fit.

It can also help overcome or prevent a substantial number of illnesses and conditions, making it a must to add to our daily diet.

Depression: According to a recent survey undertaken by MIND amongst people suffering from depression, many felt much better after eating a banana. This is because bananas contain tryptophan, a type of protein that the body converts into serotonin, known to make you relax, improve your mood and generally make you feel happier.

PMS: Forget the pills - eat a banana. The vitamin B6 it contains regulates blood glucose levels, which can affect your mood.

Anemia: High in iron, bananas can stimulate the production of hemoglobin in the blood and so helps in cases of anemia.

Blood Pressure: This unique tropical fruit is extremely high in potassium yet low in salt, making it perfect to beat blood pressure. So much so, the US Food and Drug Administration has just allowed the banana industry to make official claims for the fruit's ability to reduce the risk of blood pressure and stroke.

Brain Power: 200 students at a Twickenham (Middlesex) school were helped through their exams this year by eating bananas at breakfast, break, and lunch in a bid to boost their brain power. Research has shown that the potassium-packed fruit can assist learning by making pupils more alert.

Constipation: High in fiber, including bananas in the diet can help restore normal bowel action, helping to overcome the problem without resorting to laxatives.

Hangovers: One of the quickest
ways of curing a hangover is to make a banana milkshake, sweetened with honey. The banana calms the stomach and, with the help of the honey, builds up depleted blood sugar levels, while the milk soothes and re-hydrates your system.

Heartburn: Bananas have a natural antacid effect in the body, so if you suffer from heartburn, try eating a banana for soothing relief.

Morning Sickness: Snacking on bananas between meals helps to keep blood sugar levels up and avoid morning sickness.

Mosquito bites: Before reaching for the insect bite cream, try rubbing the affected area with the inside of a banana skin. Many people find it amazingly successful at reducing swelling and irritation.

Nerves: Bananas are high in B vitamins that help calm the nervous system.

Overweight and at work? Studies at the Institute of Psychology in Austria found pressure at work leads to gorging on comfort food like chocolate and crisps. Looking at 5,000 hospital patients, researchers found the most obese were more likely to be in high-pressure jobs. The report concluded that, to avoid panic-induced food cravings, we need to control our blood sugar levels by snacking on high carbohydrate foods every two hours to keep levels steady.
Ulcers: The banana is used as the dietary food against intestinal disorders because of its soft texture and smoothness. It is the only raw fruit that can be eaten without distress in over-chronicler cases. It also neutralizes over-acidity and reduces irritation by coating the lining of the stomach.

Temperature control: Many other cultures see bananas as a "cooling" fruit that can lower both the physical and emotional temperature of expectant mothers. In Thailand , for example, pregnant women eat bananas to ensure their baby is born with a cool temperature.

Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD): Bananas can help SAD sufferers because they contain the natural mood enhancer tryptophan.

Smoking & Tobacco Use: Bananas can also help people trying to give up smoking. The B6, B12 they contain, as well as the potassium and magnesium found in them, help the body recover from the effects of nicotine withdrawal.

Stress: Potassium is a vital mineral, which helps normalize the heartbeat, sends oxygen to the brain and regulates your body's water balance. When we are stressed, our metabolic rate rises, thereby reducing our potassium levels. These can be rebalanced with the help of a high-potassium banana snack.

Strokes: According to research in "The New England Journal of Medicine, 'eating bananas as part of a regular diet can cut the risk of death by strokes by as much as 40%!

Warts: Those keen on natural alternatives swear that if you want to kill off a wart, take a piece of banana skin and place it on the wart, with the yellow side out. Carefully hold the skin in place with a plaster or surgical tape!

So, a banana really is a natural remedy for many ills. When you compare it to an apple, it has four times the protein, twice the carbohydrate, three times the phosphorus, five times the vitamin A and iron, and twice the other vitamins and minerals. It is also rich in potassium and is one of the best value foods around So maybe its time to change that well-known phrase so that we say,
"A banana a day keeps the doctor away!"

Entry for October 23, 2008/ The reason behind this!

Thu, 23 Oct 2008 15:42:24 GMT

My friends as you see from my blast;

My decision is to repost my story " Kind Mike" my life on the street, on the site at the link in my blast.
There are 2 reasons why I have chosen to do this.

#1.. It is a way to prod lazy me into proof reading my story and editing it into a finished manuscript.

#2 .. It is hopefully a way to lure you into opening an ID over there so that you can make comments. This ID could be used as a back-up for you if /when it is needed. Also this way I would not lose a single one of my valuable friends.

Hoping you take me up on this generous, ha ha ha !! offer and please feel free to bring a few of your friends with you.

They might even enjoy the story.

I also will continue to post entries here.

Entry for October 21, 2008/ Keeping on!!!

Tue, 21 Oct 2008 12:45:12 GMT

This badge came from my friend Angel Spirit Rider.

Thank-you my friend.

Good Morning,

I have to tell you. This changing over to another site is really hard for me.There are several friends here that I will lose contact with.No more Top Friends morning messages.
Having to learn how to navigate the new site. I did get Redwoods on my site there yesterday, but don't really like my page.

The link is in my blast.
Anyhow I will keep my comments going here and a blog when they will let me post one.
Please have a really nice day.

Hugs galore to all my friends.

Entry for October 14, 2008/ My/Our Woods Explained.

Tue, 14 Oct 2008 13:41:16 GMT

This talentedly written piece was not written by me.
If I had written it I would have used the term Spirit instead of Heart.
However, it truly explains the feelings that I hope you get at my page.
This was emailed to me by my friend Dani.She found it on her friend Gilbert's blog.
Gilbert I hope you don't mind me sharing it here.

" TAKE TIME TO LISTEN TO YOUR HEART"

Walking in the Wood

What will a walk in the wood mean
When one does not hear
The voiceless language of the tree
And feel the ethereal current in the wood?

What will a walk in the wood mean
When the aroma of therapeutic herbs
Does not soothe many days
Of overheated mind and troubled heart?

What will a walk in the wood mean
When one does not observe the different communities
In the wood – the community of worms in their burrows
Where they relax in peace.

What will a walk in the wood mean
When you cannot admire the beautiful architectures
Of ants housing their queens, soldiers and workers
Parading along a well-ordered line of duty,

What will a walk in the wood mean
When you cannot admire the merrily singing birds,
The hexagonal-shaped cells where bees store honey –
A structure affirmed by mathematicians as most economical for this purpose.

What will a walk in the wood mean
When one does not observe the intricate webs
Woven by spiders,
A creature with no experience as a model.

What will a walk in the wood mean
When one does not observe flies mating on green leaves,
Squirrels playing hide and seek,
Butterflies sucking nectars and pollinating along their ways.

What will a walk in the wood mean
When you do not know
That the communities in the wood
Feel your presence and know when you leave.

What will a walk in the wood mean
When you cannot pause to ponder over
For a while
How all reveal the infinite?