all praise is due...disturbed, perturbed, in search of home...in contemplation of those without a home, displaced by war...
...somehow we are tied together, those bombed and those doing the bombing...i must be part of the camp doing the bombing as i am doing nothing to stop it, other than tear up during my yoga practice in the morning...
...somehow, those of us in a space of angst, alienation in the modern world, strangled by our own desire for, sense of freedom, our constant state of rebellion fostered by hollywood, fox and mtv, and the seemingly alternative cultures that offer a seeming opposition...we are strangled by this, by this individualism, deeply steeped in it...immersed in our alone-ness, and yet wanting, longing for something deeper...
...the deeper, is a threat...threatens our very sense of existence, because it is Real...and the Real takes us away from our sensory addictions, from our sense of want and taste and 85% dark chocolate with buckwheat honey in place of sugar (as is the case for me)...
...home...this is what i realized today...this is what i was seeking in my walk everywhere...in my scatter towards somewhere a friend may be...just to feel a grounding, just to feel secure enough to work, to get some work done...
...abbu always tells me, when we speak, when i am away from him, how he wants to eat better and even incorporate yoga into his life...but then when i get there, when i get to him, when i am not away, he is reading, or on his ipad, or going to a meeting to save the world...he does this with full breath...
...we, us from this tribal background, us who are splintered from our ancestral ways, we seek home, and when we are home, we can do everything else...in the absence, we are out of water, huffing, seeking water in bars, supermarkets, shopping...
...home...is with One...and the One is ubiquitous...the One is Always, Infinite, before this body i occupy, and after it is shed...before these words and after...it is written...the arabic is in the genes, at the center of each cell...
...home is in letting go of these constructs that keep me from you, keep me from sharing, seeing you as separate, of shortchanging anyone...of with-holding...give...give...be kind...let go...give...here are beads and books and touch...give...laugh and cry...
this fast i learn to take on the teaching of the prophet of universalism - bow down to All...the Highest in me, to the Highest in You...and move like it...like the autistic brother who came up to me randomly, on the street, and asked me my name, and if i wanted to be friends...expect nothing in return, and when there is even negativity, a suck of teeth or a dirty look, continue to give Love...
...unconditional Love is the lesson of the day....
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