/5 concepts to dwell upon for the rest of the year/
New 'Old' Deal
'Revolutionary Bourgeoisie Somnambulism' (RBS) Syndrome
/Diamonds and Rice/
There once was a wealthy and powerful diamond merchant
Who passed by a beggar every evening
Without giving him a single copper
After returning from the local tavern where he celebrated with his business associates.
One night, stumbling drunk, the merchant tripped and a small pouch of diamonds
Spilled onto the ground in front of the beggar
The beggar came to his aid and did his best to gather the diamonds
And put them back into the pouch.
But his eyes were old and it was dark
The merchant struck his head on a tree as he fell
And was bleeding profusely from a gash on the back of his head
The beggar went to the tavern and let the tavern keeper know what happened.
The next morning the merchant awoke in the tavern
The first thing he did was count the diamonds in his pouch
He noticed that 7 were missing
He summoned the tavern keeper.
“Where are my 7 diamonds?” asked the merchant
The tavern keeper was afraid of the merchant
And knew that he had a temper
For he always argued about his bill at the end of the evening.
“I do not know…ask the beggar who brought you to my door last night.”
“What beggar – you mean the old man at the corner?”
“Yes…it was he who brought you here last night.”
“Bring him to me.”
Two strong servants of the tavern keeper
Forced the beggar to come with them
Even though the beggar had just been given a bowl of rice and was hungry
The servants knocked over the bowl and kicked the rice into the dust.
The merchant shouted at the beggar
“Where are my diamonds!”
The beggar answered
“I do not know.”
The beggar was arrested and put in jail
His protestations of innocence were ignored
Because the merchant testified that the beggar had waited behind the tree
And struck him on the head.
Soon after the beggar died in jail
The warden was a friend of the merchant
And the merchant had given instructions
Not to give him food or water unless he confessed to taking the 7 diamonds.
Later the merchant remembered
That he had put the 7 diamonds aside in his desk
For a preferred customer
So, in fact, the 7 diamonds were never lost.
Years flew by
Yet the merchant never regretted
What he had done
To the beggar.
When the merchant died
He went to hell
The beggar met him before he went back to heaven
And this was his punishment.
“You must chew these 7 diamonds
Before you receive
One drop of water – one grain of rice”.
I have lived in California (SF Bay Area) all my life except for the two years I was stationed in Germany when I was in the US Army.
I spent 30 years in the private sector working in different managerial positions - learned that the best policy is just to treat people the way you want to be treated - a simple lesson that simply is often ignored.
My background is in social science and philosophy; but I am finding that the more you think you know the less you really do. I love reading, taking walks and trying new foods.
I am taking the time to look at things from differing perspectives so as to stop from spinning off into the void. There was a time in my recent past when I started to look at my life - asking myself what was really important to me and how could try to live the best life I could.
A series of painful events brought me back to poetry - and I finally decided to try to explore some of the feelings I was having through writing. I am glad that I was finally able to be 'true to myself' as I embark on this adventure.
As of late I have been trying to slow down my time; trying to spend the time I have in a way that will allow me to connect with the people I care about. It is amazing to me how having a cup of coffee with an old friend can help you find your grounding as you spin into the next week.
I have come to the conclusion that the most important thing we can do is to try to remain authentic in an increasingly inauthentic world. Poetry (for me) is a way to try to stay authentic even as society seems to be less and less interested in this - even as critical times collectively face us as we struggle with ideological uncertainty.
Everyone of us has a unique voice that has just as much right to be heard as any other voice; but we also have to listen to each other as part of our authenticity.
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Thank you to everyone who reads my poems - your time is a gift - I will always try to be worthy of.