Something Inside - Quareness Series 127th "Lecture".
May I suggest that there's much wisdom in being open-minded in the face of uncertainty, without which we may be doomed.
A Real Good Life.
When the fish are unwell we may choose either
To place them in isolation or to clean the tank...
To go along with the germ or the terrain theory.
When the beauty of the qualitative goes missing
We crave more of the quantitative to compensate...
Feeding another addiction inside that of our control.
A brush with death can resurrect those lost truths
Of our needing to live fully and not just to live long...
To celebrate life rather than to preserve it at all costs.
Evolution seeking to make something beautiful of life
Asks of us that we leave a positive trace on the world
Through the sovereignty of consciously chosen service...
Only obvious when death shows how precious life really is.
Footnote: - What is in fact a good life...other than to live fully and beautifully?
A Free Heart.
When the prison bars of our minds
Give way to a wider appreciation for
Expansiveness rather than enclosure,
We may get to trust what stays unseen
Moving more in tune with all our senses.
Earth and heart being deeply connected
And sharing a layering of art at their core,
Remain entwined and inseparable within
That introspective view asking us to align
With the true nature of who we really are.
Living with the heart leading, aligned in
Understanding each as sovereign being,
We grow free to see no right for anyone
To hurt or to harm or control another
For any sort of reason whatsoever.
This is how we get to see things
Far and wide and from every angle
Instead of closed up and limited
For beings of unconditional loving
Willingly incubating true values.
Footnote: - Why do "earth" and "heart" share the same letters?
Anamnesia.
Not knowing what we can do
It may be better to wait a while,
As there will come a moment
When we do know what to do.
When life is avoiding the bad
And collecting the good, then
The driving force could be fear.
Dispelling victimhood through identifying
Each and every place we've played a part,
Can end the illusion that we're powerless.
In societies which suppress choice,
We inevitably experience each other
As either compliant or non-compliant.
When suppression of our individual power begins
With the "mindless" automation of our behaviour,
We don't really have choice until we know we do.
In good faith we may get out of the way
Of a deeper intelligence remembering
What we already know, encased within
The buried wisdom of our soul island.
Footnote: - Anam = gaelic word meaning soul. Nesia = greek word meaning island.
Listening.
Resting a while in the arms of non-judgment,
Releaving space for all those differing ways
Of being and thinking, growing and evolving,
We can begin to see the beauty in all of life.
Peeling back the layers of fear and control
Our human hearts can awaken and bloom,
Drawn to the light and away from darkness
Like petals opening on a flower in Springtime.
Just as a growing plant seeks that light
Above the dark below, we too naturally
Go looking for our enlightenment, and
To experience more of ourselves.
And to do so, we have to let down our guard
And courageously allow ourselves to expand
As we move through those waves of growth,
Remaining curious and open to the new.
Knowledge is gained from without, but
Wisdom is the divine prompting within,
And the core question for us is...
Are we listening?
Footnote: - The true purpose of learning/knowledge is to grow wisdom and to "live in the light"?
Blowing in the Wind.
It seems crazy to believe we're helpless victims
When there's so much under our direct control
And yet, what was "crazy" only yesterday
Is seen as perfectly "normal" today.
Swept up now in this stormy weather, we're
Surrendering to unrelenting group thinking,
Like those bushes at the end of our garden
Obeying the path of the wind.
Pausing to reflect on all of this madness,
It seems far more important to focus upon
Those sorts of persons who are truly unwell,
Rather than the sorts of ailments we harbour.
Where do you find a leaf in a forest
Of misinformation and propaganda?
Footnote: - Only fear and ignorance will keep us locked down.
Uncertainty.
Self-isolating for seven long months
With an alarm clock of a cockerel and
A nibbling mouse, his sole companions,
All alone and away from their kindred.
Time came with the alert moving on
And he feeling sad at their passing,
Wondering why the pair had gone.
Maybe he felt rich when he held them there
And maybe trouble only comes with wealth,
Before our realising that life can be simpler
Sans obsessive striving for material gain.
Strange it is too how the more able we become
To manipulate this old world to our advantage,
The less we get to perceive any meaning in it.
And now in our facing this covid opponent
Exposing our desperate desire for control
And our fear of what's around the corner,
We forget we never really held the reins...
With only an illusion of control in our lives.
It's time to let go, expect nothing, look forward
With less stress, where not knowing can be
Exhilarating rather than disconcerting.
Footnote: - Taking off the chains of fear.
Tipping Point.
There's a raving loss a-growing
Drawn to distrust and selfishness,
Increasing argument and indifference,
And dehumanised beings falling prey to
Daily distress, reboosted by technology.
There's a rampant loss of freedom
Breeding a sheep-like public mind,
Following orders, wearing masks, and
Anti-social distancing in a new abnormal.
There's a spiritual core to everyone
Informing values and passion for life,
And a critical crisis now confronting us
No matter whether we're ready or not.
There's a perfect storm a-brewing,
With shocking tipping point nearby,
And no longer deferring
To the wolves and sheep deciding
What we must do to qualify.
Footnote: - In the spiritual battle between light and dark, the light has to win...even when a painful rebirth is a necessary prelude to awakening.
Something Inside.
Seeking to slow the flow of time
May increasingly find ourselves
Drawn to the play of light within,
A space of undecipherable grace.
This inner world can seem a strange place
Where the light may be messy and odd
With floundering flora and fauna, and
Something inside that resists tidiness.
Overridden contradictions under narrative control
Surely comprise a systemic disease of the mind
Rooted in acceptance of nonsense as sense,
Denying that usurped in order to save face.
Sometimes referred to as free will,
The self-affirming impulse of choice
Sets the soundtrack to all of our living,
Bringing a curiousness to the challenge.
Regardless of the veracity of pretext
A mask operates to a control agenda,
Usurping willingness to acknowledge
Something inside that resists tidiness.
Footnote: - Virtue signalling can extend to generating pretexts by which to "justify" addiction to "control".
Sean.
Dean of Quareness.
October, 2020.