See into the eyes of that repulsive person
he whose presence repels
your eyes
your attention
your care
and stay. Feel the repulsion and stay.
The disgust or the fear or the hatred or the shame
or the guilt or the pride or the disdain. Feel it.
And stay.
Feel it. Know it.
Let yourself not yet again slip into distraction.
Or excuse.
Or rush.
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Stay.
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Breathe.
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Feel, breathe.
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Do you notice the repulsion is yours and not theirs?
For we feel only what is ours.
That makes it ours.
Notice his presence. Notice his intent.
Do you understand it? Do you know its why?
Can you trace their behaviors both triggering and plain,
to causes behind them that bloomed into them?
See truly their motives. Understand their cause.
Imagine your own self enveloped in his world.
Not merely their bodies, not just what they seem...
Embody them deeper than the inside of their skin.
The ideas they grew with, the families that shaped
all that you see ugly, intended or by mistake.
Make note of their values, their context, their needs.
Realize that they also carry pain, fears, and grief.
Feel into their context. Transfer to their shoes.
And see if their causes become clearer to you.
Can you feel, deep in them, there is nothing but life?
the same life that moves you, through your own lows and highs?
See the light in your brother is the same as in you,
Feel the layers of different as just screens between the two.
And once this connection is felt, clear and true,
No more will you focus on the massed illusion
that we are rivals, that we must fight and compete,
for our outcome is groupal - only thus are we complete.
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Look into the eyes of your person of attraction,
him with whom you so much desire interaction.
On him whose attained life you ardently wish,
next to whom your own image is a meager, sad dish.
Look at him straight, and see him directly.
Let not doubt nor shame turn your eyes away.
Continue your staring. What is it you feel?
Is it stuck admiration, or ambition concealed?
Do you see the human behind that big screen?
Can you feel his potential for both extraordinary and mean?
Consider the difference between him and you.
Don't jump to conclusions - think all the way through.
Does he have more money? Does she have more friends?
Is she more beloved? Does he set the trends?
Does he do what you wish, or have what you admire?
Is his life really everything you've ever desired?
Do you crave their attention? Is their love your dream?
Could they save your life from the dread it has been?
Glamour can be thick, but melts in the moment
it's met with the light that peeks behind the persona.
Notice his humanity. Consider his flesh.
Realize it's no more than an organized mesh.
What can be our difference if not what we have?
The bodies we carry, the stories we weave?
If we search truly and deeply, we'll know we are naught
but the same life growing out of different flower pots.
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