Song, Sing my soul
Soul, Sing my song
I have waited far too long
I have subverted my very being
Seeking, but never seeing
Remembering past criticisms
And Believing the Hype
They were wrong
God was right
My belly is bursting
My skin is ripe
Ready to create New life
That is authentically mine
Mounting the colossal heap of madness that existed in the paradox of my mind
I implanted the flag of victory, waving gently over the landmines of my soul.
Madness had suffered another blow.
Reality glowed with the newness of the sunrise.
Hope glistened in the shadows of my doubts.
If only for a moment.
Do you have to be spiritual to have faith? Do you have to believe in some form of deity in order to believe in yourself? Does a specific dogma need to guide you to listen, first and foremost to that still, small voice within? Is faith the father of that voice that can cause you to run away from some people; yet, have the wisdom to hold on to others? Is the persistent pursuit of a passion, no matter what, because of faith? Do you have to have morals in order to be faithful? Or, can you just simply “know” the truth of who you are and who you came to be? I don’t know…. I just know that I couldn’t live without faith.
I subscribe to a ghetto spirituality.
Somehow, no drama suits my everyday reality.
Guided light never suited my child’s mentality.
Original sin greets my divine individuality.
There’s no church and no pews, in my ghetto spirituality.
Brothers and Sisters see love’s innate commonality.
Golden rule trumps any judgmental brutality.
There’s always room for more, I love you in your totality.
Suits me fine and my neighbors too, this ghetto spirituality.
Discrimination can a sumptuous temptress. I was with a Korean young man that I have the pleasure of knowing and we went shopping at an Asian market that primarily had Chinese items within it, as well as many Chinese people. The young man was mortified, he was paralyzed by the deep seeded stereotypes that he had about that culture.
I talked to him about labeling others and the pitfalls of having a close-minded attitude towards other groups. Yet, the situation reminded me of my own prejudices. How many times have I categorized someone in my mind on the basis of their: ethnicity, religious beliefs, or even the school they attended?
Why can’t we accept people fully based on their present behavior? It is so tempting to simplify life by stereotypes and racial profiling. The recent bombings in Boston reminded me of how our society can be quick to can lean towards the easy solutions. I heard statements like: “All Czechnians….., or “All Muslims”……or “All immigrants”…. You fill in the blanks. They are all absolute generalizations. It’s just not that simple. Maybe the answer is love, Agape love. “Through love, one acquires renunciation of discrimination naturally,” according to Ramakrishna. Nobody said it would be easy. But, it is necessary.
“Once the Game is over, the pawn and the king go back into the same box” Italian Proverb
I was so immensely touched by Pope Frances’ embodiment of humility by washing the feet of the Italian juvenile prison inmates. Many of us spend so much time “becoming” whatever our desire is, that we are oblivious to the everyday goodness around us. The fact that we awake to the birds singing at the breaking of dawn, regardless of the rain or the sun, eludes us. Everyday heroes stop and help us as our car breaks down on the road. They find our cell phone and turn it in, and generously open doors for as we struggle with a child and bags in our hands. Their financial status in life is irrelevant. They give us a dollar randomly, when we are hungry or offer to buy us a drink and they donate organs and bone marrow to save our lives.
Yet, we are so busy becoming kings and queens that we are blind to the everyday gifts of life. No matter what we acquire during this lifetime, we all have the same fragile human life. Once it’s over, it’s over. Why not live life to its fullest extent NOW and see all of humanity equally in their beauty and selflessness regardless as to whether they are a pawn a queen or a king?
We are not victims. We all suffer in different ways. Everyone from the richest, to the poorest, the strongest, to the weakest suffers. Who am I to say that my suffering is any less than yours? It depends on my own perceptions. Approaching life from the standpoint of a victim is death.
One can feel justified in hurting another or stealing from another because, “we deserve better”. After all they may have been: discriminated against, cheated on, raped, beaten, lied to, cursed at, yelled at or fired. No!!! So, too, was your brother or your sister. There is no place in our society for anarchy. If we can face our own suffering and learn how to deal with it, we have more of an opportunity to serve humankind.
Suffering is a commonality among all humans. If we search, and sometimes if we just become aware, we can find joy among the suffering. We can find compassion, love and understanding in our hearts next to all of the envy, pain and the hate. If we all operated from this space, the world would be a better place.