Treating Spiritual Disorders
Recent Reflections
THE TAKING ON OF POWER
Power has come to us as a species as a result of our drive to sustain our living. In the before time, before language, agrarian practices and the organization of societies, life was sustained through overpowering prey, killing and eating them. The force of power became identified as a useful resource subsequent to the dawning of awareness wherein we as people came to understand that this force, the willingness and ability to overpower could be applied in a wide range of situations. This occasioned a paradigm shift for two reasons. The first being, cognitive processes, most basically perception and insight became so powerful they determined much of the future of humankind. The second part of that shift occurred as a result of identifying the actual experience of power apart from its motivational antecedents (obtaining food and sustenance) thus identifying and experiencing personal power.
COMING HOME
"Please release
me
let me go…"
the tune intones
for I have come upon myself
in another way
and see the grey presence
clouding my being
as unwanted force
obscuring the radiance
of living.
It binds my flesh
making vigilant
movement and sensation
as if
to live in that manner
long ago
wherein force and life
were inseparable.
It goes away
and I am left here
without it…forever?
Perhaps.
Yet it lurks near by
as an after image
still clinging…now indirectly
to whom I am.
Should I become
less vigilant
I might well
be surrounded
once again
by determination.
Here is the essence
of power
as it manifests
in healthy ways
to stabilize us
and protect us
to help others
and go forth
with resolution.
Perhaps it is too soon
to do this
upon procuring my release
from it all, with the urgency
of necessity spurring me on.
To have come away from this
is enough for now
and I will tell you the tale
of how power happened
upon me.
Long ago
I felt very much at peace
within myself.
I can not remember
what it was like,
the details of living and all.
I remember only the serenity
of nothing matters
not as one saying this
in discouragement
rather not caring
about anything in particular.
and throughout my life
I have continued to have
these occasional feelings
interspersed with others
of many differing natures.
I love this docility
and it makes me glad
to be alive.
Its flow is from
such depths
It is as
from a source
without origin.
I am surprised by
how commonplace it is.
Not as a majestic triumph
not a lilting uplifting focus,
rather a gentle ease in being.
There is no force of power
within it.
I am unguarded
and feel safe
before the face of the deep.
The warm sun shines
and I walk through
its presence
with nature’s greenhouse
all ‘round.
I wish not to speak
at length of the corruption
that beset me
and consumed much
of my living
save to say
it immersed me in conflict.
It was not my friend
yet held me with
controlling interest.
There I have remained
until now
sometimes constriction
sometimes rigidity
defined my being
and I know now
of the release wherein
with power bearing down
within me
or lack of power
creating an urgency
of desperation
that the desperation
is at the gateway of escape
from it all.
For the urgency
is but half
of what is transpiring.
The other remains hidden
until the transformation
wherein the energies
of desperation
return to the ground
of my being
and with a sudden awareness
I am alive again, and whole.
I am alive again
in my wholeness
neither dependent
nor controlling
for they are both
manifestations, infestations
of the same malady.
Yet the breech of the wound
remains raw for now.
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