I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Saturday, May 14, 2016
There you are!
“look at other people and ask yourself if you are really
seeing them or just your thoughts about them.... Without knowing it, we are
coloring everything, putting our spin on it all.”
―
Jon Kabat-Zinn, Wherever You Go, There You Are
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who are you, that ardent Bernie or Hillary supporter,
flooding Facebook with statements I deem half true
heaping hate upon those who dare oppose?
who are you, follower of Trump
full of anger, and sure that if we just use violence
and impose our way, our values, our agenda
we will be great again?
who are you
that person with the sign that says “God hates fags”
or the one who wishes to deport or imprison all Muslims?
who are you
the one using pot, or pain killers,
or meth or alcohol to get numb
who am I?
that face looking out of the mirror
that one who has done good things, and bad things,
that person who has been caring and kind
but who has also manipulative and grasping?
do I really see you?
do I really see myself?
or do I stop in the shallows
never really plumbing the depths
of your heart, your soul?
how often do I merely slap on a stereotype
a judgement, and react?
disliking, perhaps (dare I say it) hating you?
disliking, hating even myself?
who are you? who am
I?
out past the shallows are deep pools
of fear, and loneliness,
pain and emptiness
down in those depths may be a young woman who has been
assaulted
or a boy who has been bullied
in those depths may be rejection or neglect
in there may be a person who has received the brutal blows
of hate,
one who has been deemed sinful because of the way he or she
was born
I am humbled by what I do not know
Help me O Sacred!
May the Presence of the Sacred in me
Give me the courage to step out of the shallows
and into the deep depths
of the other’s heart and soul (as much as the other can
allow)
that I may see them, truly
Help me O Sacred
Give me the courage, and compassion, to see myself
And give me the open heart, O Beloved,
to see You, not just my thoughts about You!
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