in response to 9-11
(more than a decade later)
The gate was opened,
tragically opened
in the cost of human life. I
as Americans,
it gathered our attention
by the use of prominent symbols
we all could related to.
We then were coping
with what appeared surreal,
attempting then to make it real.
It certainly was more real
then television would present.
After all this time
it has come to represent
a beckoning for an ongoing response
as well as a backlash response also.
It was more than a mortified reaction
in what way, even now,
we sort through realized sorrow.
We tend to honor those closest to us,
those of innocence,
the injured and the families
of those who perished.
Surely there is a respect
and an engendered reverence
as well as an acknowledgment
of awareness as ongoing prayer
along with a quickened
attention and alert.
For some now,
their actions of being
are a lesson learned from then
through living forward.
Will the hidden truth actually surface
in our lifetime?
Still hard to attend to
for those who have lost love ones.
There is still a need for resolve
to come forth for everyone
as a livingness from within.
Yes, eventually there will be
some street justice.
Yes there are those
whose strength is to clamor
and for the major news media
to allege and conclude.
It is still not clear what lesson learned?
Maybe at the most important scale
to cherish life as in the sharing of it,
to reclaim our sense of connectedness,
to reach out
for the humanness of others,
in spite of our diverse orientations,
to find the spirit in how
anyone holds themselves,
to seek to connect to spirit
through how everyone looks out
into their world for life's support
in the eventual expressions
of local and global perspectives.
Are not these people, by their acts,
in response to extreme isolation?
Are not all superior positions
under-bellied by causes
of doubt and or greed
as in response to deeply ingrained fear?
For all our socially correct postures
of ingrained omission,
do we not eventually pay a price
for our silence?
If our priorities are towards
safety and comfort,
then have we not sacrificed
opportunities for community,
for collective human endeavors,
for the birthing of common soul?
How much disenfranchisement
needs to be reflected
as outbursts and outcries
in daily mundane ways
for us to realize this deepening pain?
This is the same pain of isolation
that is felt around the world
yet somehow unfamiliar to us.
Everyday more than ten thousand people
die these deaths
though less graphic to us,
less reported as front page to us,
but nonetheless real for humanity.
We are that unrealized pain
and yet that shared suffering.
It is our species, unto itself,
boldly and vulgarly,
on the face of earth itself
acting out the face of its drama.
Our myopia is only and always
a global reflection.
We are coming into a time
of recognition of these frames.
For many centuries
we have known intuitively
as well as psychically
but we, by our apparent lifestyles
are allowed to ignore.
We are permission self-granted,
driven towards a self destiny,
somewhat aloof of heart and spirit
but no less supported
by a culture of denial.
We are a culture
of almost residue affect.
Disaster has become
as the great commoner
in a symbolic world
and for some reason
we can and do rally
under these causes
of tragic circumstance.
Does it have to be
in direct proportion
to the size of the incident
that we show a character of concern?
Could we not fashion out of a chaos
a caring?
A caring that goes beyond lingerings,
a caring that stands up consciously
and expresses it's deepest causes
most definitively and clearly,
a caring that shares its humanity
in a broader life changing way?
A way of social recovery,
that is a reclamation of souls
who feel only into the loss,
who vacantly go about
as living in the lost,
a caring
that celebrates connectedness,
that moves into lifestyle efforts,
that revels in rituals
for their creative collectiveness,
for their conscious endeavor
at living these lives.
We as a people
are astute enough
to feel for our loneliness.
We as a people,
all have interior dialogue
that has needs to be
shared with others.
We, in this land of freedom,
have more opportunity
to do so.
But by our omissions and silence,
we absently walk
solemnly towards our graves.
It is by our hand as a people
that all deeds come to pass
even if others by their actions
appear to act out for us.
It is our interpretation
that we consign as our lives
however extreme
and vivid and graphic
this gate has appeared.
We are very free
to react or respond.
If our response is
to the soul of our being
then we live into the richness
of our being with everyone.
This contagion of caring,
expressed as our humanness,
turns us away from the emphasis
of devastation and fear
and self ordains us
into a collective
of eventual conscious intent,
into the global sense
of species on planet, in time.
No people should feel
so isolated as to event a culture
that perpetuates enslavement
and human degradation
as a viable life means.
We can no longer conquer
as an operational mechanism.
We can no longer avert
what is so from within.
We can each honestly admit
to the hunger for human contact.
We can each profess
a spirit towards shared worth.
We each have stations
and ascend from them to others.
Life is this weave
from here, there is no denial
of person or individuality.
But this is a multi-realmed existence.
It is not captured by language
or even communication.
It is communed.
It is conveyed.
It is celebrated from within.
And though there are many souls
who only feel for the pain
and primarily express the hurt,
there are many more
who harbor the light ,
who engender ideals,
who seek a self-permission
to be whole
in the presence of others.
Now is this time.
These events signal opportunity.
We give towards a permission
to risk inwardly our truth,
grieve with those
who are of the first person experience
and resolve to be the one
who takes from these events
permission to reach out to others,
permission to look deeply
inside oneself
and see the livingness
that is ours to come forth
and endearingly dare
to act from this place,
share from this
as ongoing source.
An event may signal
but it can never suffice
for the constancy of being
that we each possess.
We are an ocean
no event can divide.
We are a collective spirit of liquid
that no concept
of separation can hold back.
We are a resource
unlimited by task
or measure or effort.
It is well past 911,
more than a decade later,
yet we go the way,
however faint of flame at times,
as beings of light ,
always in movement
towards the light
to become
the expression of that light . . .
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