As you sow, so will you reap
Words, thoughts and actions are carriers of the seeds that you sow, but they are not the seeds. Intentions are the seeds and their quality in terms of good or not-so-good are decided by you.
A decision is not a choice. In a choice the alternatives are kept alive. You can change your mind afterwards. When a decision has been made you kill all the alternatives. There is no option to change your mind afterwards. The suffix ‘cide’ in the word’ decide’ means to kill. Hence words like suicide, homicide, pesticide, etc.
In the fertile soil of your conscience be acutely aware of the seeds that you sow. Sowing and harvesting are two brothers with the names of Intention and Consequence. Consequence always walks in the shadow of Intention. They are seasons without end. You cannot control Consequences without first controlling Intention. Therefor always keep a close check on Intention in creating your future.
You may try to bluff the conscience by pretending to be indifferent, but the conscience is an extremely fine-tuned scale. It always knows what is to your advantage or disadvantage, in your earthly grows and advancement towards perfection. It will embrace the good intention and will protest against the not so good intention, but it will never force your hand. The conscience is a most sensitive instrument for your use, but it is not the boss. You will feel the quality of the seeds, and although the conscience will focus your attention on the future harvest, it will not discriminate because you are the decision maker. In time, whether a moment or a lifetime, the shadow of Intention will pass and Consequences will realize.
“Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things”. (Philippians 4:8 NIV)
These things will bear no regrets. Everything in life is there for you to enjoy. Live should be an experience of fun, caring, sharing, kindness and love. Never buy a moment of pleasure with a year of regrets. Be especially careful in your judgement. Your judgements are intentions. Do not punish the people who, by the not-do-good intentions from their past are living their consequences now. The person you consider ignorant and insignificant is the one, who has made wrong decisions in the past and now he is learning bliss from grief and knowledge from gloom. Life is a school.
You will reap what you sow.
The Beggar and I
Clasping old hands, a little cup on the ground.
Grey dusty old eyes, inquiring eyes, begging.
But the moment is chasing, ever pushing on.
Our eyes barely met, with a: “Sorry, not now.”
For a second a thought about a wasted old life,
then back to the turmoil of society’s charge.
When perusing my day, what’s the value of self?
Stumbling over masks, on the walkways of life.
Did I notice the one who is without a disguise?
One who has been cleansed by tears from the heart?
Did I felt his pain, saw the ‘ask’ in his eyes,
felt the pain of rejection, and blamed it on choice?
Once I’m alone, and there’s no one to impress,
just me and the mirror, with two staring eyes.
Now stripped of the mask of a pious face saint,
and no henchman around to help carry my mind,
on the scale of my conscience, naked I stand,
facing the charges; well aware whose the Judge.
Almost indifferently, the quiet voice speaks loud,
accentuating the truth, renouncing every lie.
Monotones the echoes, traversing my mind:
“In as much as you’ve done it to each one of these.”
I’m facing a verdict, I have chosen for myself:
“With the meter you used, you’ll be meted yourself.”
Karma
Palapie, I am so sorry I missed this. I threw a simple poem together.
The sad story of a bum…
Is he just a bum that we all see
With cup in his hand…looking at me
As he rattle his cup…I hear a voice say
I’m hungry and cold, yet I walk away
His plea falls on death ears…as I scurry on by
Saying to myself, he just wants to get high
Something stopped me, dead in my track
Turned me around and made me go back
I tried to fight this force that was strong in my mind
That pushed me to go back and see what I’d find
I asked the old man, what brought you here
He looked in my eyes and said…life did my dear
I sat next to him, on the damp, cold cement floor
Curious I asked him to tell me some more
He was not fragrant, bad as a human could smell
I held my breath, to hear the story he had to tell
He chuckled and said life was good to me before
I had a wife and a family, I owned a corner store
I was good to everyone that walked through the door
Until one sad day as my family worked by my side
A young man ran in begging and pleading to hide
Though my mind said no, my heart gave in
Shortly after others rushed in, then I saw they were full grown men
I tussled and scuffled to keep my family from harm
They slaughtered my family like pigs on a farm
A sharp pain went through me as they held me to see
Each one of my family being taken from me
I cried out in horror watching them take their last breath
I knew at that moment life was over, there was nothing left
I searched for them one by one
I killed them all with my gun
I was charged with murder and thrown in jail
Recently released, nothing more left to tell
Very nice poem Jae Girl. Good theme. I assume it was a product of your imagination but I won’t be surprised if it was a true story. They do walk among us. People may forgive but society’s judgement is harsh.
Thank you. Yours was beautiful. It was part imagination and part real. It was supposed to be short but I started to remember an incident I encountered with a vagrant and the more I got into it the more I thought of the vagrants here. They all have a story to tell. Some military, some x cons , but most resulted to drugs or are just drug addicts. Sorry for the sad poem but this one was partly based on my experience with a vagrant. To let people know no matter what we think we don’t know what’s behind their stories unless we care. My experience taught me to respect them all.
Have you ever heard of the Charlie Wilson story? He used to sing with the gap band.
https://www.cleveland.com/music/2010/01/former_gap_band_singer_charlie.html
Thank you for the link. I suspected there were more behind your poem than just a story. Mine is the same. These people’s needs are often much deeper than coins or a sandwich.
You are most welcome! Yes they are.
That is beautiful, Jae.
It touched my deepest heart as I am reading it and feeling it’s so real.
Is it from true story?
Hello Murn. Thank you. Part of it is. I walked by a vagrant and something made me go back and talk to him. He had a hard life but I used this particular story of this vagrant to show others that there is a reason and a story behind each one, just like us. It changed the way I thought about them and how I treated them from that point on.
I hope he knew that you put his story in that beautiful poem and it’s shared so many people feel what he felt.
I notice too that not all beggars come from the lazy background people, many are from having no choice.
No I substituted the vagrant with a different character than the one I spoke to. That’s true some had good lives but hit rock bottom. The sad part is those that were up mistreated people on the way there and when they fell they had no one to turn to.
It’s still good to have part of his story in that writing.
That’s true and sad.
I’ll come back later, Jae.
I know it’s midnight there.
Rest very well, my friend.
I’ll see you soon.
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It’s 2 in the morning hon. My bed time too! Good night Murn, sleep well.
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Excellent beginning, Palapie….welcome. *smile
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A2YS6KVrQqc
He wrote the article very well.
With poetic words. 😍
Thank you Murn
Most welcome.
You have such a good talent.
Yes he does. I told him how I loved the way he writes. So poetic. I wish I could write like Palapie but I can’t write without rhyming. 🙂
He definitely has the talent.
You do have too, Jae. That poem proves it.
Maybe you need to use it more by writing more….:))
Hahaha…you trying to have me embarrass myself? My poems are like children’s poems. The have to rhyme or I lose my concentration. Palapie poetic writing is so smooth and easy to follow without sounding like a children’s story. Like Maya Angelou!
=DD
I think talent develops through efforts and practice.
Write more again and you’ll get there like Maya Angelou…:))
Haha…ok Murn, if you say so…
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Just write from your heart. Too much concentration means to much mind. Too much mind means striving for perfection. And often perfection tend to kill creativity.
Try writing a ‘simple’ haiku which is only three lines and it don’t have to rhyme, but out of three lines emerges a world of meaning.
5 syllables in the first line
7 syllables in the second line
5 syllables in the third line
Love is a blossom
See the mystery of life
In a single bud.
Good luck.
Ohhh, you’re so good. 😌. Thank you for the pointers.
I will practice. If I ever master it, I will let you see my poem. When I write in rhymes the words just pop into my head. I don’t need to concentrate it just happens. Sometimes they flow so fast I have to hurry to write them. Afterwards I read it and it sounds better than it did as I was writing. Hope that makes sense to you Palapie. 🙂
On my way to bed. Good Night or day! Hope your day or night goes well!
And I agree. Her poem speaks.
Yes, and it did speak to my heart and my feeling…:))
Thank you Murn.
You are back…:))
And thank you for sharing your beautiful work here.
We love it.
Excellent video. Full of wisdom. You can win all the fights in the world, if you have not won yourself yet, you have not won a fight yet.
Nice work. 🙂
I thought this was an excellent article..
Agreed
And I like his poetic words.
Hi Tim 😉
Good evening, my friend! I hope you had a great day
Rest well, my friend.
It’s night there…:))
Thank you so much.
One etymology considers caedere to mean “to cut” and the other has it mean “to slay.” I am no specialist on Latin.
I sometime feel the pain of the unfortunate life for old beggars. Sometimes we feel happy when we have the opportunity to give something we can. It might just be a small help, but small is better than ignoring them.
But when meeting healthy and strong body beggars, I told them to find a job.
I don’t think I ever disagreed with you before now.
The opposite of ignoring them is all you can give.
A judgment of them is what you order for yourself. That is the Law.
“As you are, I was. As I am, you shall be”. That is also the Law.
I respect your opinion, Ron.
It all returns to each of us. There are some of us who empathically arise when we see beggars who suffer, some can easily ignore them. It is true that we cannot solve the problems with beggars, but if we are happy to give a little help to those we meet, it is really up to us. 😉
I’m sort of the same. I help from time to time, but overall am not sympathetic. In my city the homeless are violent, angry, dirty, and often steal.
My charity is more for people willing to help themselves, curing diseases, helping victims of disease, and for children. I’ll give to schools, arts and science, and faiths. I think most homeless and beggars need tough love…backed by policies to get them back on their feet or place them somewhere where they can be at peace.
Me too, for a serious help, I would prefer to help people or students who are more willing to do things, to reach goals no matter how small, but unable to continue with cost limitations.
True, they are young and strong but if you wear the mark of a criminal it is often impossible to find employment. Society is a harsh judge. I was compelled by my company to discharge a young man, who had a wife and a child, because he had a criminal record. He and a few kids broke into a car and stole the radio, when they were still in school. We were all young high school kids once, weren’t we.
I have a story from real life that an ex-convict was refused to work everywhere he applied even his best friend who had a big business didn’t want to risk his company’s reputation by employing him. Then a good friend of mine who has a small home industry recruited him, until now this ex-convict actually made my friend’s small business far more developed with his brave ideas by bringing that small business into a bigger market and has been selling three to four times more than before having him. This proves that not all ex-convicts are bad.
So heartwarming true. We all make mistakes. Many of them just needs second chance Life can be so upside down. The ex-convict have been punished for his crimes. Why should society keep on punishing him. There is magic in forgiveness. We will always remember but forgiveness takes the biter out of remembrance.
Great philosophy and poem PAL
Thank you Tim.
Love it. Imagine if “Spite” was for good. And everyone was one uping each other in a good way. Like tit for tat in a kind way. 🙂
Indeed, life is a school. No one can really have enough with just one learning in life. Even when they feel they have enough knowledge, it’s never be all knowledge, there is always lack on certain knowledge. No one really stops schooling, whether we want it or not, intentionally or unintentionally, we are always schooling, only death stops everything. Now it’s up to us if we want a good school or bad school, the choice is with us.
Well said Murn. I also learned at some point that I’d always need to keep learning. As is classically said, the more I learn, the more I realize I know so little about this universe and life.
Very true.
Life is a never ending school for those who want to learn and develop…:))
birds do it and fly, bees do it and die, dogs do it and stick to it so why shouldn’t you and I hee hee never say that to a pretty lady at a club. Sorry that’s all I could think of poem wise and me philosophy just sucks now days
Very nice Palapie.
Thank you MC.
This OP contains an interesting distinction on the difference between making decisions and choices; I’d never thought of that.
As for the conscience, it is our internal policeman that keeps us on the straight and narrow. As such, the conscience is absolutely necessary for any kind of freedoms in society. In saner times, social scientists used to distinguish between external political law and internal moral law. In a moral society, externally imposed political law was only for those who cannot or will not police their own behavior. Since freedom is about prerogatives a people withholds from their own government, it can only exist when people can self-regulate their own behavior. Since order must be kept in the streets, a people that cannot impose moral constraints will inevitably face police constraints.
Don’t like the guilt and shame that come with violating our consciences? Imagine the alternative. We feel guilt and shame when we know we’ve done wrong even if nobody else does. This is the force that keeps us on the straight and narrow. Sociopaths, or those without consciences, don’t feel guilt or shame until they are caught. So, the choice is really between whether we’re going to be our own judge and jury or whether we’ll face real ones.
There’s also regret and remorse about decisions, effects, consequences which harm others and, thus, harm the doer.
Karma — ya gotta dance with the one who brung ya.
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Lovely,
I save it…:))
What is good is not relative, it should not always be left to the individual either. Hitler had some great ideas about what good is.
Cammo, you are absolutely correct. The moral paradox is that if we could create our own morality, we wouldn’t need it.
To understand how it works, imagine if we were all allowed to pick and choose which laws we shall obey. Would not thieves decide that he’s not going to obey laws to stop thieves? And would not murderers decide to disregard laws forbidding homicide, and so on and so forth? By the same token, when it comes to the moral law, would not the adulterer decide that adultery is okay, and would not the drunk decide that drunkenness is okay, and so on and so forth?
Here are two OP’s I recently wrote on what morality really is, and how it has fared since Roman times:
https://ethicsmoralsgoodandbad.blogspot.com/2019/09/a-history-and-background-of-morality_62.html
For anybody interested, this is the second half. Click on the link at the top of the OP for a discussion on what morality is and how it came to be.
Your Op, although more evolutionary/historical than philosophical, are brilliant and well written. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Thank you very much.
“What is good is not relative, it should not always be left to the individual either”.
Good can be absolute or relative. A relative good is something that is good because people say it is good. An absolute good is something that is good because of the something in itself. It is good even if there is no one around to see it.
If it is not left to the individual to make his/her own decisions regarding good intentions, who would be responsible? Is it not precisely why our world is so upside down? Blaming has taken the place of responsibility.
As to the person you mentioned, I am not to judge. But if his ideas (intentions) about good was so great, it would have been evident in the consequences. Was it?
But people are loosing their sense of any absolute good, even murder under secular social justice has “justifications” as to almost mock prosecuting murderers. Look at the instance of Berghdof in a military court he was found guilty but not only did he commit treason he was guilty of getting some of the people sent to find him killed. Obama pardoned him. What were once religious axioms have become increasingly less an issue of “good” and much more an issue of “social justice” and situational ethics. Reality itself is on the verge of being warped, when woman with testicles sues a salon because they would not wax her testicles “good” is made absurd.
Plato I doubt would appreciate the sort of dualism that distinguishes between between good and good. He would much more likely have put it in terms of an ideal good and the good that is less than deal. Lawyers and politicians should not be the ones empowered what is good or bad they work for profit..
Your summary of the actual situation in the world is spot on. Socrates’s/Plato’s ideal is a far cry from the system we have allowed to be established in society. But that still does not change the Universal law of “As you sow, so will you reap.”
Selfishness with all her attributes (money, power, aggrandizement, etc.) which were brought onto the stage by Rene Descartes and which has evolved into ‘masterhood’ through Newtonian thinking, has plucked us out of a world that was teeming with genuine values and placed us squarely into a cold clockwork world where humans became machines with no regard for those values advocated by people like Socrates, Plato, etc.
It is sad but true.
Good morning, @Palapie:disqus
Your post is here.
Thank you for contributing.
I’ll come back soon.
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Beautiful.
Good morning, Dear George.
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Cool story.
https://amyislikesoooooamazing.weebly.com/you-reap-what-you-sow.html
So that’s the original.
I save it.
Good to see you back.
You must keep receiving my invites…:))
i have no idea if that is the orginal or an insperation? i just googled ‘poem you reap what you sow’ and that was the first to pop up. i think the original is in the bible? also ‘if you live by the sword you die by the sword’. or, ‘you will know them by their fruits’. not quite the same but tangental in the nature of harvet. 😉
as for invite, i was reading cariflorida.org and they use disqus. i saw them there. so yes, still getting, kind of, just not in my inbox.
That’s a poem and Kim Merryman is the author of that poem. I saved it.
I don’t think it’s always that way that you’ll die based on what you do or you’ll die based on what you live with….=D
Yes, after the free channels are gone, I notice there so many sites using Disqus commenting platform. Yesterday a friend showed me a government service site in Bali has been using Disqus commenting for 4 years and it’s still active now.
In fact, we are in the wild internet sites now.
true, philosophy is rarely correct all the time. just meant as a warning. kind of like, be careful what you wish for, you might get it. doesn’t always mean it is bad to get what you wish for. but sometimes it can bite ya in a arse.