Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Walking Corpses

My wish, indeed my continuing passion, would be not to point the finger in judgment but to part a curtain, that invisible shadow that falls between people, the veil of indifference to each other’s presence, each other’s wonder, each other’s human plight.
Eudora Welty.                                                
When I saw Eudora's beautiful thoughts and grace filled metaphors, I realized that my blessed Lord had indeed given me the grace to finally understand one of the most profound of his teachings.  Last night, when I couldn't sleep again, it came to me that so many people who do hurtful and downright cruel things to others are destroying their humanity.  Without humanity, the soul dies before the body does.  All that is left is the false ego, the shadow self as Carl Jung described it.  It is a magnet for negativity, attracting all of our worst desires and the means to fulfill them.  How did the human race develop this corrosive amnesia regarding the 'golden' rule?  More and more accretions of inhumane actions over eons has spiraled us into an immeasurable dystonian abyss.  Is there a way out?  As both the Buddha and Christ taught, it is compassion for those offenders.  I recently was attended by a physician who implied I was a self-centered neurotic, gave me no treatment and said he was 'kicking me out of the ER.'  He insisted that I leave at once even though I have Parkinson's disease and was in the midst of an acute anxiety attack, unable to walk. I started thinking of him today and it came to me.  Is there anything  worse than losing one's humanity?  I think not.  I felt such compassion for this man, a construct of highly sophisticated tools absent a healer and labelled MD.

Monday, January 6, 2014

On a Midwinter's Walk

Frigid winter air as penetrating as glass shards,
aura of  implacability
Snow transformed into encasing ice, 
rigid and unyielding 
I walk on a small path through  my beloved trees 
Even they look adamantine and lifeless
Yet, under my foot, a green pine sprig
Perhaps a metaphor for new beginnings, 
closer examination of that many faceted 
jewel, our life
Layers of detritus removed in pain reveal
the blinding light

Note: We are now in the ancient Celtic season of Samhein.  To them it was a time of expectation.  They had no doubt that the earth, and they as part of it, would be renewed.