Recognize the Snake

On her way to work one morning
Down the path along side the lake
A tender hearted woman saw a poor half frozen snake
His pretty colored skin had been all frosted with the dew
“Poor thing, ” she cried, “I’ll take you in and I’ll take care of you”
“Take me in tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman, ” sighed the snake
She wrapped him up all cozy in a comforter of silk
And laid him by her fireside with some honey and some milk
She hurried home from work that night and soon as she arrived
She found that pretty snake she’d taken to had been revived
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman, ” sighed the snake
She clutched him to her bosom, “You’re so beautiful, ” she cried
“But if I hadn’t brought you in by now you might have died”
She stroked his pretty skin again and kissed and held him tight
Instead of saying thanks, the snake gave her a vicious bite
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman, ” sighed the snake
“I saved you, ” cried the woman
“And you’ve bitten me, but why?
You know your bite is poisonous and now I’m going to die”
“Oh shut up, silly woman, ” said the reptile with a grin
“You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in
“Take me in, tender woman
Take me in, for heaven’s sake
Take me in, tender woman, ” sighed the snake
Songwriters: Milan Pilar
The Snake lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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I’ll only say this once

I’ll only say this once.
Berine&HillaryI see a lot of anger being expressed over Bernie’s endorsement of Hillary. I feel the Bern. I am very grateful for his coming out to change the trajectory of the conversation: about justice and injustice, about the takeover of government (here and globally) by the one percent, about the planet’s reaction to humanity’s ignorant indifference to energy and chemical pollution, about the expression of hatred toward the mental projection of others who appear different or practice living in diverse ways, about the oppression of regular people by depriving them of education, a living wage, and the right to vote, about the mistaken assignment of the term populist to an unapologetic hater and plutocrat, and about the way forward toward reversing some of these atrocities. That is truly the Guru’s work.

What’s a major difference between Phillip Seymour Hoffman and Jay Leno?

I see two beautiful people.  Gods in their own domain.

They both left the stage this week.

People who saw them admired their art and were elevated.

One saw his own grace and beauty in their eyes, and was elevated.  

The other did not see clearly that precious soul that was himself.

The life of the artist is lived polishing what others see.

Giving in that way can overcome extraordinary obstacles and hardship.   It can also distract one to forget to turn that kindness inward and cultivate an inner projection that makes one one’s own beloved friend.  Giving ones’ self away can allow one to form an intimate relationship with the self.

When one realizes that the self is empty, then how one perceives the self in that reality can determine whether one looks to fill it up from the outside, like the the drug dependent artist or insatiable wall street tycoon, or with one’s own (God’s) love and admiration.   Ang Sang Waheguru.

May I suggest a nice meditation for polishing the radiant body, which is what others see and also what we see inside us:  NM345 Mind and Mentality II Scope and Projection I ?