26 November, 2012
eventually it will come. the righteous darkness, seeking redemption and revenge. how dare we be happy? even in our flawed humanity? even with apology and remorse?
the way i see it, we always have a choice. to know our shadow. to tell it or to withold it. to use it as ammunition or to protect it. to twist it, to churn it, to allow it to rise. to transcend or to fall in.
i was born with the ability to see. i understand the vulnerable and wounded. i understand the crazy and the broken. i understand the contradictions and the shades of grey. i understand how we can defy our own goodness, how we can act to destroy the precious, because we do not believe we are worthy of it.
there is burden for the one who understands. how i have wished at times that i could see it all in harsh polarities and to place blame in absolutes.
but my strength is in my capacity for expanded viewpoints. my freedom is in knowing what is beyond.
and it is from here that i will respond when an arrow is shot at me.
it is from here that i will remember what is real.
it is from here that i will continue to choose love, and all that is holy.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase “each other” doesn’t make any sense.