it was drinking from your cup..*
catching myself being caught..
praying in that /this moment
that it is not contagious...
the mind has a way..
is it the mind?
the ego-ish mind
has a way
of
circling the drain once
it
starts
going
down..
sometimes i grab my throat..
or thump my chest to see if i might
break the spell..
though that particular mind
has a mind
of its own..
a separate entity
of enmity
going down..
the medicine,
the cure..
actually
is
the
letting
down
deep in the lowlands
there is this pause..
a standstill
maybe a cease fire..
where i..
whoever that may be..
breaks free
lollops.. into the murk..
the mirth
resting there
seeing
so very clearly
how i held/hold my-self
at odds
with - away - from
the whole galaxy..
bluster!
sudden luster
light!
i am the drinker
i am the drink
i am the cup
I am awake!
does that ever happen to you?
whoever you may be....
* leonard cohen
do not be dismayed by the brokenness of the world.
all things break. and all things can be mended.
not with time, as they say, but with intention.
so go.
love the world intentionally, extravagantly, unconditionally.
the broken world waits in the darkness for the light that is you.
~ l. r. knost