Found Words

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During our move I discovered some papers which had not seen the light of day since we moved from Arkansas to New Jersey in 2000.  Truth is, they had probably even been buried by the time we left Arkansas.

They are presented here for whatever value someone may find in them.

For those who don’t find any meaning within them, I’m adding the graphic at the left, entitled Rai and Jiri, at Lungha.

The entire Tamarian phrase, you may recall is Rai and Jiri at Lungha. Rai of Lowani. Lowani under two moons. Jiri of Ubaya. Ubaya of crossed roads. At Lungha. Lungha, her sky grey.

It seemed appropriate with this piece.

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We take different routes as we meander along the tangled pathways of life.  Sometimes we get lost in a maze or may be confronted with a difficult obstacle.  At times such as these we often encounter others.  Some watch us go by.  They do us no harm.  Some help us along the way.  They are our friends.  Still others block our path or make us take another route.  Why?

To do no harm is a worthy goal.

To be a friend is nobler.

To obstruct another is to injure the soul.

Both the obstructor and the obstructed will absorb the injury.  Others will notice.  Some will become friends.  Some will do no harm.  Others will reinforce the obstruction.

In this way many souls are injured by a single obstruction.

We should join together to remove all barriers on all paths.  In that way we can all enjoy the journey.

–Robyn Elaine Serven

–date unknown…sometime in the 90s.

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    • Robyn on September 1, 2009 at 9:53 pm
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    …from email list days.  This one was in amongst the original version of my early poems, making me think I may have desired to rewrite it.

    Sorry for the delay in commenting, but I just discovered that the college had me scheduled to teach two different classes at the same time.  We concluded that Debbie should teach the Computer Literacy class while I teach Java I.

    • Robyn on September 1, 2009 at 10:17 pm
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    …in Orange.

    • Robyn on September 2, 2009 at 4:10 am
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    Class starts for me in very early morn, so it’s off to sleep for us.  I am distressed at having to arise at 5:30am.

  1. wow, makes me wonder what brilliant writings I might find if I ever move! lol. Ive been in my house, uhm, about 18 years now. yikes.

    hope you’ve settled in to the new digs nicely, robyn.

  2. Very deep poem/thoughts.

    It like the “laws of Robotics” from I Robot, but for the soul.

    I glad you posted this ‘found’ treasure.

  3. When saying the hurtful thing is pushing …

    .. a hand away from a weeping sore, staying obstructs the action.

    Obstructing action leads to backlash.

    Even if the effect of the action is that the sore never heals.

    My Excel random Tao Te Ching generator says:

    If you want to become whole,

    let yourself be partial.

    If you want to become straight,

    let yourself be crooked.

    If you want to become full,

    let yourself be empty.

    If you want to be reborn,

    let yourself die.

    If you want to be given everything,

    give everything up.

    The Master, by residing in the Tao,

    sets an example for all beings.

    Because he doesn’t display himself,

    people can see his light.

    Because he has nothing to prove,

    people can trust his words.

    Because he doesn’t know who he is,

    people recognize themselves in him.

    Because he has no goad in mind,

    everything he does succeeds.

    When the ancient Masters said,

    “If you want to be given everything,

    give everything up,”

    they weren’t using empty phrases.

    Only in being lived by the Tao can you be truly yourself.

    Spooky when Excel does that.

    Oh, wait a minute … if you say something as vague as “even if the effect of the action is that the sore never heals”, likely 2/3 of the 81 leaves of that tree would seem like they fit … never mind, not so spooky after all.

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