Stupid

When we are judged as stupid
It is because we are feared,
hated or reviled and thereby
found to be threatening.

Perhaps for our ebullience (yes, and)
I think probably for our
ability to be happy and carefree (too).
Most definitely for out
child-like demeanour
our innocent joy
our creative boldness.

What seems like such a beautiful thing
can be tarnished by the very one’s
who purport to love us.

So don’t fear the label
Embrace it, as any judgement
As a rite of passage;
We know, we have touched someone
deeper than they themselves can go
for that reason
Have compassion
for the haters
The mud slinger’s
and the name callers
The labellers and
The righteous Judges
for they are far
from home.

P. Thomasson
30th March 2016

This poem was sparked by the question “But I feel so good; so why do I think I’m stupid?”
Upon analysis, feeling good always brings with it, this judgement of being stupid. But who gave it me? That was the deeper more intriguing question.

I still feel stupid, but I won’t take it so personally.

 

Storm The Embankments of Your Mind

And suddenly
I feel whole
again

Loved and not alone

In step and in tune
with the universe around me

Not like before
when nothing made sense

When all I could see
was suffering
and lies

No
Not like that

It’s warmer
somehow
precious
to be human
once again

(I think that may be because
I now know how to wrap myself
in a blanket
of my own design.)

P.T.
Feb 7th 2016
Dorchester, Dorset, UK

Is Success Hunting You?

When things do start to work out for us, how do we feel about that?

When the omens of looming success start to appear, what do we do?

Do we run into familiar ruts, like battle worn soldiers retreating into muddy trenches, shooting our own feet as we stumble into worn out habits and behaviours?

Or do we spill over the edges of the embankments we have made and storm the enemy with the confidence of the sun?

And just who is this enemy?

Well, all I can say is that when I run onto the battle ground, my opponent holding the gun, looks a lot like me.

Here’s to confronting our fears, and loving ourselves.

Here’s to EVOLUTION!

P T A R T . W O R K S

Stand Your Ground: Facing Down The Doubt Devil

I stand, and stand
Still as rock
Never before
Have I stood so long.

I stare, and stare
My adversary
Eyes glaring
Now we
Soul sharing.

I quiver, I quiver
He smiles
I shiver
I stand my ground
This time round.


 

I am reading ‘Think And Grow Rich’ by Napoleon Hill as part of my Financial Education.

Reading the first story of a little girl standing up to an adult man made me think that the lesson may be in Standing One’s Ground. Believing in one’s endeavour until results are seen is a vital lesson in endurance and perseverance.

For me personally, the belief in my work as an artist must be sustained through lean times, when no perceivable progress is being made. I must trust my course of action and face down the Doubt Devil, eye ball to eye ball.

In this way alone can I hope to achieve long term results.

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Enter Into A Win Win: The Dual of Opposites

I can choose
How to live
One choice at a time
The possibilities are
As endless as my Imagination.

Without it
I perish in a lose lose
With my own mind
Seeing me in limited terms
AKA the training of the world.

Expand beyond this limit
Smack down the walls
Which are largely invisible
Don’t need to bruise your knuckles
But you may have to sidestep yourself
Or even to escape over barbed wire
To your freedom
That was always your destiny.

Live life in battle with yourself
And forget the others
But remember them in your kind thoughts
That is the only remedy for entropy.

Be your own politic
Be your own leader
Be your own immigrant
And let yourself into
Your own life
Now and forever
Seek joy first
And love like a river.

Inspired by the words of Tai Lopez

Reality Is Beautiful Really

I am very in tune
Up here as I sit
In my mountain palace
Of high minded
Peaceful existence.

Pure unfettered
Experience leads
My knowing hungry
Inquiring mind
Like a conceptual Hunter.

A New Freedom

 

Through dreamy landscapes
Mind travels
Between god
And the sky
My spirit revels
In new found freedom
Thought flight
Now safe
The barbed wire gone
No longer am I snagged
Upon the electric strands
Of fear
That held me
For so long.

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a paint palette with dry oil paint from the art studio of uk artist phoebe thomasson

Infinite Kindness/The Explorer of Worlds

What are we?
a miracle of complexity
what other creature
can see beyond itself
into the stars?

Illuminating universes
for one another
we crave to help
so we may ALL live in peace.

Get over it
you angry ones
illusion in which
you are caught
blinds you
to the existence
of brothers and sisters
from outside of your time.

They talk of us
as distant strangers
how we do strange
and unusual things

We are but as myths
and we must continue
to penetrate their worlds
with infinite kindness.

(I saw Sue Perkins bowing with such reverence to the group of women from the Singapore jungle)

The quicker you go
the less you will know.

Slowly and with care
let us strive for excellence.

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a bare tree about to burst into life photo by phoebe thomasson

I Once Believed

…that you were better than me
…that you had it easier than me
…that you worked harder than me
…that you had something I did not
…that we were worlds apart

then…

I looked inside
and found my best
was good enough
that I too had it easier
than those before me
that I too worked hard
that I too had something special
that we stood beside each other
traveling companions
not enemies.

31 Dec 2014

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my website and shop for prints and originals

Is This Perfection?

My life is perfect
in this moment…
Wow!
I really feel that

Appreciation swells,
then the question…
Why?
How can it be?

I don’t mean
that I am perfect!
Oh no!
Ha!

It means more like,
that I am fully engaged
in this awareness
right now…

More like,
that I am here
to appreciate this moment
and all that surrounds me…

The sparkle of light,
that glints
off the metallic disk
on a hanging scarf

The ache of my arm
as I write,
pencil scrawl
racing to the line’s end

The breeze
that undulates the curtain,
as it winds
from open window
filled with sweet spring air

The long awaited
sun filled bird-song,
as nature wakes
from her penumbral slumber

The light dancing
behind my eyes,
as I register
my own experience
of contentment
with what is

This is perfect…

Change
Is
Perfection.

acrylic painting by phoebe thomasson abstract blue brown winter colours

To Do List: Cultivation

Today I need to….

Cultivate Strength, one hour at a time.
Cultivate Bravery, to meet my own weaknesses.
Cultivate Determination to overcome my limitations.
Cultivate Fitness I wish, that I may lift you up.
Cultivate Perspective that this is my journey; destination unknown.
No-one else is on it with me unless I share it.

I hit a bit of a crisis today. Things went pear shaped for a minute, but I remembered that I could choose how things went by my response. I remembered that I have a choice, always. I can respond negatively or creatively.
I chose to allow myself my full gamut of feeling, as insane as it was for a minute, then throttle back and consider what was being said to me. Consider how I could change my perspective and see things in a more hopeful way.
I ended up giving myself the pep talk I was looking for externally. The thing is that it’s never as good from someone else. Our own reassurance or ‘inner sense’ is definitely tailor made for us if we can muster the space to talk intelligently to ourselves.
I also realized that I don’t need to tolerate my acting the fool, inside and out if it’s not productive. I can tell that stupid voice to shut up if I think it is being unreasonable. In short, I can control my own mind, then no-one else need do it for me.

….Cultivate trust in myself.