the boogeyman was up all night frightening, fighting, working overtime making it right. when i woke, under a tree sat a brand new bike.
the boogeyman was once a boy, Oh yes, just a child. born in the manger of nature’s wild. Shielded by darkness swaddled in black, the boogeyman is always under attack.
the boogeyman was up all night, watching, making sure i slept tight. no despair when the boogeyman’s on site.
who is the Boogeyman, you said? well – the Boogeyman died but he ain’t dead. he came back with a different name it all depends on who gets blamed.
the boogeyman was up all night, like the spook, he sits by the door, making welfare checks – you alright?
they lied when they said, the boogeyman wasn’t home, walked out, leaving you alone. i just saw the Boogeyman, he ain’t gone.
yes, we all no who the boogeyman scared, the same one the boogeyman dared.
out of sight, in my mind the boogeyman ain’t never hard to find. who is the boogeyman, You said? gaze into the mirror – say the word boo! you’ll see the boogeyman staring back at you.
the sun rose upon the shimmering fringe of a wanting image, faintly revealed by dawns first light. Patiently waiting instruction. It was the first time, time was not present from the start — silently he stood. Without notice, a gentle hand appeared upon the young wolf’s shoulder. With calm assertion the old patriach proceeded to speak; I have no lessons for you today. there is nothing further to teach. You are complete, said the old man — I need only persuade you! Persuade me, what do I miss? The young wolf replied. To reclaim what was never taken unfolds itself directly, said the elder. And what is it that I fail to comprehend, persisted the sturdy young statesman. The old noble stepped closer, aligned his gaze; with an affirming tone, said to the young heir, That you are the one true king!
…years passed, his words last but the old alpha had faded. On the field of battle he stood alone, no one left to guard the throne, amidst the shrieking cry of festering countrymen. With nowhere to turn, he retreated to learn from the only place that remained. Seeking not refuge but resolve, in a world unified by every divide, a cosmos without schism. In the internal, nocturnal, eternal, stillness he calmly stood in the den of conception, where everything dwells; even nothing. At the point of knowing stepped he forward from himself – shedding all thought, as the viper sheds its ill fitted skin, all things fled as they came into focus and only one remained – and he was that!
There are some, who in refusing to accept a calm response invite you to partake in fits of excitement and hysteria — yield not. For no good solution is ever discovered through rage and fractious emotion. To do so is to snap like the rigid oak resisting the tempest. In the end, years of growth and grace are laid to waste, and though you may have prevailed your point, it was for naught. The rift becomes greater, words are unheeded and you are left shamefully gathering the splintered pieces of inner thoughts.
Only through calm surrender does the timber survive the storm, harmoniously swaying like the solitaire palm, to the gushing sound of the wind, yet remaining firmly rooted to its source. Calmness is clarity, it is absent of competing concepts – and stillness is sovereignty. Mastery of inner thought reduces outer noise to fleeting echo. As stated in a less known proverb, “No matter how loud the wind howls, the mountain can not bowl to it.” The energy reserved from petty squabbles and wasted thought is harnessed and redirected, creating an indomitable impetus of fulfillment in all directions. Fortifying mental strands is the beginning of personal liberty and the path to true reign. The inability to self govern disqualifies one from leadership. The life of self restraint reduces regret and, or fear of embarrassment. What we often like to attribute to impulse, originates in thought and acquires momentum through repetition, until impulse becomes the final automated expression.
Calmness is a tree rooted in darkness. Shading the weary mind from worry. It gathers splintered energy to a single streaming force. It demands balance in all things. Nature does not contend with itself. The misuse of energy in a particular direction withdraws it from its opposite. It is impossible to be simultaneously calm and hysterical, strong and weak, or an honest and dishonest person. Emerson referred to this principle as the law of compensation.
Calmness is a natural human state, It is the state of nature. Nature always proceeds from and returns to serenity. Even the raging tempest and earthquake gather their strength within the dark stillness and what may be perceived as rage is the correction of balance. Like the storm, the temperance of man is the abiding energy behind every good and undeniable force. The incorruptible law of the universe is good and or beneficial. The familiar and often, overused adages of good conquering evil are etched in time. It is an abiding principle of the abyss; that can neither be penetrated nor exterminated. The reality of life is that of virtue, to see it, we have only to quiet the beckoning noise and dissolve our daily fiction. The world without is the world within, “ as above so below, as within so without.” The conquest of internal conflict renders one unshakable to external chaos. The battle of life has always been so — all else is distraction; once resolved, so too is distraction.
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