I wrote this piece about 13 years ago in the aftermath of Hurricane
Sandy that devastated parts of the Northeast in the U.S. It seemed
relevant to resurrect it with what is going on in the world today,
with floods, fire, famine and ongoing, endless wars -
the state of humanity...
Sandy that devastated parts of the Northeast in the U.S. It seemed
relevant to resurrect it with what is going on in the world today,
with floods, fire, famine and ongoing, endless wars -
the state of humanity...
~
The images on TV back then of people on the East coast left broken
and brokenhearted - calling out for assistance, as if they had been
abandoned - touched my heart, touching that same feeling of
abandonment deep within myself somewhere. And I wonder, how
could I live in a contemplative bubble that I am wont to do - close
myself off to what is happening in the world, under the guise of
"spirituality"? I can't. There is no either/or. It's all one Life living
ItSelf out here - just as it is... Pain and Peace... And maybe it's
really that I want to protect myself from feeling my own pain.
That's what global pain does. It gets us in touch with our own
pain, our own vulnerability, our own helplessness to know what
to do for a hurting world, let alone our own pain.
and brokenhearted - calling out for assistance, as if they had been
abandoned - touched my heart, touching that same feeling of
abandonment deep within myself somewhere. And I wonder, how
could I live in a contemplative bubble that I am wont to do - close
myself off to what is happening in the world, under the guise of
"spirituality"? I can't. There is no either/or. It's all one Life living
ItSelf out here - just as it is... Pain and Peace... And maybe it's
really that I want to protect myself from feeling my own pain.
That's what global pain does. It gets us in touch with our own
pain, our own vulnerability, our own helplessness to know what
to do for a hurting world, let alone our own pain.
I saw a woman on TV back then helping in the clean-up effort in
her own coastal town - crying - saying - "I want to go home, but
there is no home. It's gone." I turned away and cried silently in
my heart. I can't imagine the devastation to the psyche that no
amount of religious platitudes of non-attachment, or non-dual
refrains of: there is no "me" who wants to go home - can assuage.
It is a deep wound of the heart to lose one's sense of "Home" -
to *feel* that sense of separation and loss. I'm sure some have
felt that in one form or another at some time in our lives,
whether it was a loss of a physical place, a person, or an
emotional/spiritual sense of "Home" - that led to a sense of
deep "homesickness" of the heart.
her own coastal town - crying - saying - "I want to go home, but
there is no home. It's gone." I turned away and cried silently in
my heart. I can't imagine the devastation to the psyche that no
amount of religious platitudes of non-attachment, or non-dual
refrains of: there is no "me" who wants to go home - can assuage.
It is a deep wound of the heart to lose one's sense of "Home" -
to *feel* that sense of separation and loss. I'm sure some have
felt that in one form or another at some time in our lives,
whether it was a loss of a physical place, a person, or an
emotional/spiritual sense of "Home" - that led to a sense of
deep "homesickness" of the heart.
And a lot of us know people in our daily lives who need our
empathy and our compassion, who have lost their sense of
"Home", feeling abandoned by "God" (however we know that
to be) - losing that felt sense of connection adrift in their lives.
I understand this deep wound. I know such people.
I've been there. I empathize.
It is a helpless feeling not knowing how to help them.
It's as if some people's pain is so deep , it cannot be mended.
It is not a tangible "fix" on a practical level, or seemingly a
"spiritual"one either. It is a deep pain of the psyche.
It is a loss of "Home" - a loss of one's internal bearing of the
Spirit;an insatiable pain that no one and nothing can fill. I'm
sure you've met them too. The ones whose hearts cry the cry
of desperation in a dark wilderness of the mind, like sleep
deprivation, leaving a deep hollow hunger within.
How do we help these wounded wanderers?
Like the displaced people of Palestine, and
Ukraine, in their current reality...
Breaks my Heart again...
empathy and our compassion, who have lost their sense of
"Home", feeling abandoned by "God" (however we know that
to be) - losing that felt sense of connection adrift in their lives.
I understand this deep wound. I know such people.
I've been there. I empathize.
It is a helpless feeling not knowing how to help them.
It's as if some people's pain is so deep , it cannot be mended.
It is not a tangible "fix" on a practical level, or seemingly a
"spiritual"one either. It is a deep pain of the psyche.
It is a loss of "Home" - a loss of one's internal bearing of the
Spirit;an insatiable pain that no one and nothing can fill. I'm
sure you've met them too. The ones whose hearts cry the cry
of desperation in a dark wilderness of the mind, like sleep
deprivation, leaving a deep hollow hunger within.
How do we help these wounded wanderers?
Like the displaced people of Palestine, and
Ukraine, in their current reality...
Breaks my Heart again...
It all trickles down, pain upon pain - or maybe I sound too morbid -
too dramatic... But it's true. We are all impacted by the pain of
others, by the global, collective pain of a wounded world. One
person's pain affects us all. And yet, many times, as I have
discovered, we are helpless to end the pain, and so we distract
ourselves from the pain, theirs and our own, by shutting it out,
and shutting down; by pretending that it is all a grand illusion,
a dream that we can detach from. I have done it too, not wanting
to experience the pain. But the pain ripples out anyway - through
humanity. How can we *not* be affected - how can we not allow
ourselves to *feel* it...
too dramatic... But it's true. We are all impacted by the pain of
others, by the global, collective pain of a wounded world. One
person's pain affects us all. And yet, many times, as I have
discovered, we are helpless to end the pain, and so we distract
ourselves from the pain, theirs and our own, by shutting it out,
and shutting down; by pretending that it is all a grand illusion,
a dream that we can detach from. I have done it too, not wanting
to experience the pain. But the pain ripples out anyway - through
humanity. How can we *not* be affected - how can we not allow
ourselves to *feel* it...
Humanity's pain *is* my/our pain. It's all a reflection. And lofty
beliefs and "spiritual" words are dismissive, not helpful, because
they cannot be heard, or received by those caught in their deep pain...
Humanity's pain needs the embrace of an empathetic heart of
compassion...
beliefs and "spiritual" words are dismissive, not helpful, because
they cannot be heard, or received by those caught in their deep pain...
Humanity's pain needs the embrace of an empathetic heart of
compassion...
~
There's nothing I can offer
that buffers the pain
that softens the heartache,
or heals the wounds -
that buffers the pain
that softens the heartache,
or heals the wounds -
And yes, at times I don't want
to feel others' pain,
because it is too overwhelming...
to feel others' pain,
because it is too overwhelming...
And because I have my own pain.
And what to do with that as well...
I sit with it and let it speak,
let it cry,
let it take me to the "mothering":
womb of the Silence of all Life,
and rest there - waiting;
petitioning the Cosmic Energies,
neither male nor female,
to intervene,
on behalf of
a suffering world.
let it cry,
let it take me to the "mothering":
womb of the Silence of all Life,
and rest there - waiting;
petitioning the Cosmic Energies,
neither male nor female,
to intervene,
on behalf of
a suffering world.
Sometimes
that's all I can do...
that's all I can do...
When the "practical"
fails to touch the soul...
fails to touch the soul...
We pray...
And that is our offering
of love...
of love...
Mystic Meandering
2012
2012
~
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