"coming together and falling apart" again and again.
I suppose that is the reality of life.
There have been plenty of "falling apart" times
across the years and across the world.
I'm realizing how extremely fortunate I've been
to live in a country where
freedom and democracy were a given...
I took them for granted.
That is no longer the case
and I find myself overcome with grief and anger.
"Letting there be room for all this to happen"
requires a painful expansion of my inner landscape.
I'm not good with pain...my tendency is to ignore and avoid.
"Pay no attention and it will go away" is my motto.
Could that motto be what got us where we are today?
Assuming all would be well and hurtful forces didn't matter?
(This reminds me of this piece by Viktor Kravchuk.)
Now I'm finding myself needing more room inside
to accept the dishonesty, disregard and cruelty.
It dismays me to find them bundled together
with decency, dignity and truth;
side by side, entangled, messed up.
It's excruciating. I still need fences where I can separate
the madness from the marvelous for healing and sanity.
Even though I now know they're living in the same garden,
I need this tiny but mighty imaginary space to cherish the goodness
in vigourous belief that it will grow, disarm and dismantle the disease.
Namaste'
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