Humble Acceptace, Humble Pie

Agnostic spirituality

Humble Acceptance

Despite countless claims to the contrary from wannabe bullshit artists,

None has ever managed to beat, whip, or coerce themselves into submission!

How can you possibly surrender to yourself without first surrendering to yourself?

To quote the immortal Frank Zappa, "You are what you is and that's all that it tis!"

While the evidence is most of us do the humble best we can manage;

None among us ever being prepared, to meet all of life's challenges!

Humble acceptance of bullshit is how all punch lines are revealed!

Nobody can ever force another, to accept what they refuse to see.

While rejection may lead to our own worst personal nightmares!

Whether some accept it or reject it, for agnostics its all the same!

Both love and ignorance, never need agnostics to defend them;

For our love and truth speak louder than any words possible!

Our gratitude can mean more than anything we might own!

But whenever mama calls and papa is my rock I remember,

Somewhere down the road we all get our own punch line!

Everybody always gets their own punch lines in the end.

Remembering for ourselves what it means to be human,

When there's nobody ever home but us sillier chickens!

Lagging behind nevertheless, we inevitably catch up!

Bumbling and laughing upon the road less traveled!

We discover all the forks can start to look the same,

Knowing nothing, harmony neither acts nor reasons,

When we choose to humble ourselves before all others!

Humble acceptance, we all share a paradox of existence!

Humble acceptance sometimes it best to remain ignorant.

Humble acceptance, nobody sees the complete Big Picture!

Humble acceptance our lives don't have to rhyme or reason.

Chuckling we might inspire more inner peace and tranquility,

When sparkling laughter might inspire peace in almost anyone!

Proving to all that the journey itself can truly become our reward,

The silent victory of our silent explanation between bouts of laughter!

Humble Pie

Calculators don't possess any brains,

And brains are not simple calculators,

They're called a self-organizing system,

Something computers still can’t manage.

More like a garden than mere calculators!

Where, what we’re rooted next to matters,

Where any sprouts require extra attention!

You are what you eat as much as anything,

Whatever you drink can be what you think,

Whatever you think, can be what you drink,

Whatever you think becoming what you eat!

Environment and experiences, shaping us all!

Everyone’s genetic inheritance being different,

When everything else feeds your head for you!

What you feed it yourself, becomes everything!

Whatever you put in, decides who you become!

When anything can influence, who you become,

Whatever you take out, decides who you're not!

How much sleep you get can become important.

How much time you spend, sitting on your brain!

How much time you spend, staring at a b**b tube!

How much time you spend working on computers,

How much exercise you get makes a Big Difference!

But without any heart who you are never did matter!

Brains without any heart, is taking a shot in the dark!

Brains running on auto-pilot is the B**b Tube left on!

Hang your heads because you already lost the game!

When who we are disappears down the rabbit hole!

A brain without a heart and a heart bereft a brain,

Is the story of “Somewhere Over The Rainbow!”

Where the great and powerful Wizard of Oz,

Reminds everyone to be true like Pinocchio,

To ourselves, one another and mama nature!

Or any lights left on, might be confusing you!

Allowing nothing to come between our hearts,

We learn how to listen, to the sounds of silence.

Knowing, when our own silent voice is loudest!

Learn to how to listen, to our own heart's desire.

Learn how to become as Humble As Humble Pie!

Learn to just live once again within our own skins!

For only then may any still listen to their own heart.

Only then, may we all know what it is that we want!

Each heart sings, their own uniquely beautiful songs!

Only then, may we possibly hear what our hearts say.

Only then can we all become humble enough to listen.

Only then might we hear, what our hearts are singing!

Only if we are humble, would any hear anything at all!

Only if we are humble might we learn to ask questions!

Only if we are humble could our words mean anything!

Only if we are humble might we recognize our answers!

Only if we are humble, could any hear more than noises!

Only if we are humble could another embrace our words!

Only if we are humble could any know the road we're on!

Only if we are humble, might our path have any meaning!

Only if humble may any embrace the paradox of existence!

Only if we are humble, can we know what humility means!

Only when humble might anyone even listen to themselves!

Only if humble may we embrace the spark within ourselves!

Only if humble could anyone ever hope to learn the answers!

Once upon a time, and far away, Buddha was asked to speak!

When they begged him to speak to a crowd that had gathered!

Silently walking out on stage, displaying a single lotus flower!

When some in the audience, became enlightened by his silence,

Determined to follow him everywhere for the rest of their days!

Becoming his disciples spreading his silent message everywhere.

The purest utterance of unspeakable ignorant wisdom and virtue,

For the smallest amongst them, could break the spell by laughing!

The child within us all, who can always laugh at themselves easily,

That, which our own humanity might accept and embrace, or reject;

Incapable of being rejected forever by any.

The child of God, everyone knows they are,

The person, who is content to be themselves,

Beyond any and all words to possibly convey,

Beyond anything modern science can quantify.

Other than to say humbling to say the very least,

Can be the parading faces of Papa's amazing grace!