If, lets just say, you were an enlightened being, how would you go about doing things?

Well, first of all, it doesn't take a genius to sauté broccoli, or see that the tomato plant needs watering.  But, what, if a modest regular human way you were able to 'get' it, that you were able to understand on both an intuitive and thought-out way, a basic balance of nature, that you would know, in short, how to live.

Would you initially feel, say, outlandish, as you began to assume your wisdom?  Would you still be caught for a while in lapses, trying to fit in, lapsing into fits of egotism as you try to raise your consciousness into a new way of thinking?  Would you sense that you were coming off as a big jerk when you least wanted to be taken as such?  Peer pressure, the desire to conform, to do well by the accepted standards, would all make you try to accept the way things seem to be.  But, then, you learned, through education, what is true.  You become in touch with That Which Is.

You might not want to end up like, so the thinking outside of it goes, an old bachelor kook like Thoreau, but, it seems one really must finally accept that the American Way, as far as it entails a certain lifestyle, as we've been led to see it, isn't really working, at least as far as the planet Earth is concerned.

But in life we are learning, ever on the very verge of understanding the deeper truths that must be called spiritual.  Like learning, hypothetically, for example, that, properly, making love is best left to people who have the greatest deepest understandings of each other, something like that, let's say, or, that your career sort of a life should really build from within, from what you are doing, from the experiences of finding in many little ways, what your calling is.  And that requires, I suppose, some bravery, some willingness to stand up for yourself and your gut feelings, as complicated, confusing and often influenced and shifting, as that all must be.  And it probably takes the investment of time, moments of now spent encountering that which, for you at least, is free of Ego.

An SUV accelerates, and you can hear the gas being burnt, the engine churning, but you know, someday that has to come to an end, as we are not all on safari driving through jungle, plain and rivers in Africa to record a wild species, if you were able to stand aside and be that impartial outside observer.

Poetry can teach us this, sometimes, when it is careful, as when we look at the Grecian Urn, at the scene on it, look at ourselves looking at the urn, achieving a kind of freedom from being caught up in things, allowing us to find out what's right for us as individuals.