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That Awkward Moment When…

…you find out that a poem that you thought you had written was actually written by someone else 4 years before you were ever born…
http://mylifeyoga.com/2011/10/01/i-am-nothing-and-i-am-everything/

When I published the poem, I genuinely thought it was one of mine. This is as timely a bit of notice to any reading public that I can give that I can see it clearly is his. This was not brought to my attention by anyone, I just noticed it.

The method Rainshine was born was that I wrote in notebooks that I kept for years and years…  When I decided to build Rainshine, I literally had cases of notebooks that I simply dumped out and tore through pulling out whatever seemed cool enough to keep, throwing away the gnarled scribbles of a youthful haze.

When I transcribed the pages (a process that took a whole year creating over 600 documents, both long and short), I copied what was on the page~ and many pages did indeed have citations of other people~ as seen in three locations in the book. I don’t at all mind giving credit when I know it’s due.

I honestly thought it was mine~ so I took credit for it because I found it in my notes looking like something that I would write. My work is not for money or glory, it is for the beauty of the word. I will continue to share the poem, but add the citation of “by, Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj” from now on.

This error was noticed recently (maybe two or three days ago) ~ a friend of mine posted it in its original form, to his Facebook timeline and I had to start looking into it…  I believe that at some point, I read his poem, loved it, re-wrote it, then simply neglected to cite it due to my lack of forethought.  Another friend has reposted it in his timeline, but without citation since then.

I would like to set it straight that I no longer claim to be the original author of a poem I previously did claim. I stand by the entirety of my work otherwise. This was a stoned teenager’s mistake. It’s a beautiful poem. I guess I’ll have to write more stuff now…  Oh, I wrote a 37 page short story recently about a ladybug in love~ if you’d like to see it in beta, let me know.

Wisdom and Love

When I realize I am nothing,
That is Wisdom.
When I realize I am everything,
That is love.
And between these two,
My life moves…
by, Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

~Respect~

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A poem for a coffee

For M.^.H.appy
©Jim Jordan 2012

With so many bits of thought
Streaming through my mind,
I nearly get filled up
With concepts that I find.

Eg. When I think of you:
My thoughts are rather nice.
And in this time of harvesting
The Autumn’s fields of rice

It’s amber waves
Blowing free in the wind~
I’m a man who simply craves
Light reflecting from your grin.

The wind near your smile
Would be filled with your noise.
I want us to be chatting.
Your ideas, to me, are joys.

And when crafted by your face
They are a wonder to behold.
I was transfixed, you’ll forgive me,
If these words here seem bold.

But I’ve tried to be subtle
And just ask you to drinks.
Perhaps with these stanzas
You’ll come ’round now methinks.

For truly you’re more into
Well thought out banter,
Than some less-rigorous chords
Or an echoless cantor.

So within these quatrains
I will request again
That you join me for a beverage
So that we remain friends.

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Seattle Journal

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It is 25 mb so it can easily take some time.

Enjoy!

Seattle Trip Summer 12

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Honor the struggle.

There were other times in America that things were not okay, and people stood to say so. The unions were made strong only through the power of people who stood strong.

Today a huge list of labor unions are supporting the protesters in New York. Do you?

Do you like having a weekend? A 40 hour week? Minimum wage? Thank the unions.

Yes, they used methods at times that were unkind, even illegal.

Sometimes the lawmakers are wrong.

How about child-labor laws? Safety laws? Thank the unions.

Now we have a new kind of struggle… Stand strong, and you will weather the wind.

In the last three years, over three million American homeowners have had their homes foreclosed around them.

The banks were given lump sums to keep going. Are the American People not too big to fail?

If it’s worth it, it’s worth it.

Remember Civil Rights?

My mom had a job on Capital Hill in D.C. changing the laws. I think that’s cool.

We need a new generation of people to walk into Senate halls and act as the speech writers and the policy shapers, and the voices beside the hopelessly out-of-the-loop-inside-the-beltway talking heads. The pleasant assistant is often the closest confidant.

As a reminder, some years ago, I wrote this piece that is attached below. Take some time and read it. Just to have a snapshot of another era, another time, another battle that I’m reminded of.

My family’s history calls back to the mine wars of Colorado in 1913-14. Maybe you’ve heard about the Ludlow Massacre. I grew up with stories of Matewan, West Virgina and the like (http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0093509/), along with my Americana-laced standardized-suburban nuclear family, when I was young.

How did you grow up?

Here’s an old tale I felt like sharing. Kinda timely I think.

It’s called: Because You Forgot                    (You will need a .pdf viewer to see this.)

An excerpt from Rainshine, copyright 2010, Jim Jordan and Abecediary Press

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