A wild something screams out of the flesh, released for all to see The fear, horror, hopelessness With only one desire – not to exist
The uncontrollable despair comparable only to deep dark sorrow Once you experience sorrow, someone said, the depth is done, for it is sorrow that defines the darkest of darkness How does one continue after such exposure, sorrow repeated over and over?
But it continues… how, I don’t know What saves one? Logic, sense, love, meaning of some sort; all the things that can not be grasped at in moments of being stripped of all flesh
But it subsides, comes back into itself beaten, broken and bare yet somewhat whole Pierced with holes and stained with blood of a battle just passed But living, catching breath, continuing
I heard a whisper between sobs and spiky mess of the ravaged mind ‘Keep looking out’ For I was surrounded by mountains on one side and by a forest of the other Keep looking, seeing, let it be in elemental presence Oh how I tried to see with no vision and feel through the cracks of broken flesh. I tried yet failed
Another day came and the whisper persisted ‘Keep trying,’ it said and like a mother the vast landscape filled with light opened its arms To which it drew me in embrace And I was home again The fog lifted off my senses as mist released the water off its hold Revealing space, an openness, hope, a chance to take flight again, to take another breath
The urge to run away is natural on one hand and on the other is contradictory to our innate capacity for compassion and staying with pain. There are millions of examples of open-hearted compassion and humility from humans in times of extreme crisis throughout centuries, yet parts of us want to run away and not feel. It is always way easier to hide, stay in the vibration of fear and non-connecting than open up to all horror and sorrow of the world and connect to as much and as many aspects of us as humans. It is understandable and sometimes we do need to withdraw just to catch our breath. Sometimes things make us freeze following trauma. The most difficult thing to do seems to be our connection to ourselves. We no longer in touch with who we are and what we are doing here. Often we become ‘robot-like’ and desensitised to all that surrounds us. It is a way of avoiding the harsh and painful, the unthinkable. It is a coping way, when life becomes disabled. At that point hope is lost, defeat prevails and we continue as we were on the road to nowhere, not feeling our own bodies. Again it seems something that happens naturally these days yet what about our natural ability to feel again, what happened to parts of ourselves that feel through life and live through all experiences that life offers, dark and light. We have potential for all things.
Tragedy carries a vibration of shattered hopes, dreams, connections and explosion of an array of uncontrollable feelings that seem impossible to contain. Connection with others will help that, safe and accepting holding will do the job, unity in sorrow will provide a refuge from the attack of extreme emotions. Tragedy can also propel us all into action, into feelings and into becoming more ‘us’. It can potentially get us in touch with life, with our own beating heart. It is an opportunity to be you! Please take it. Please choose compassion for the world and yourself as a part of the complicated system of connections and human life.
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