I
wasn’t’ offered health. A whole way of being in the world was not my
inheritance. So here I am an addict, trying to be whole with things.
thing
noun
1.a material object without life or consciousness; an inanimate object.
Things. This is all we
have to satisfy us. So we say, so we create, so we have. Only
things. Nothing is sacred, nothing mysterious, nothing alive and
conscious and loving to join us and make us whole. Only things or the
hope of supernatural redemption. (i.e. this world is a joke, a game, the
real deal is somewhere else--hang around it’ll be sweet)
What
the hell. No, I don’t buy it. I’ve tasted wild water. I knew this as a
child. The earth is alive. We are all the family of life and we sustain
each other. It’s all here.
But
how do I drop my addiction? How will I be cared for? It’s not like
we have people showing us the way. I’ve only started to meet a few people
I think to be on that path. And damn is it hard. How do you let
go? How do you trust it at this point? Certainly it’s all going to fall
apart? How does an entire global culture drop an addiction?
How
do I drop my addiction? When everyone around me is killing the earth how
can I put my trust in it? How can I leave my comfort?
But
what else is there? JUST THIS MOMENT OF BLISS. Indulging again.
HELP
ME, FRIENDS.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
ReplyDeleteDon't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
-Rumi