When the appearance of the world is fractured
When it appears there are threats, victims, perpetrators
Those to
Blame
Resent
Fear
Suspect
Realize you are feeling the call
To evolve
Realize that the pain in your gut
The tear in your heart
The nausea in your everywhere
That suffering
Is here to guide you home.
Misery.
Misery.
Misery.
We move away and out and through
from victim and perpetrator
from blaming others for our and others’ woes
from the trap of figuring it all out
to have an opinion
a stance
a helping hand
That nausea, that gaping gash, that
DISGUST
Is your friend
The great pointer
It’s time to give it up
You’ll never be right
You’ll never grok the correct story
You’ll never know why
It is the very striving for the perfect
The perfect answer
The perfect stance
The perfect position
The perfect solution
That keeps you in chains
So welcome the Great Disgust
And its true poison of ignorance
Move from the horrific trap
Of ignorance’s grasp
Ignorance, who always portends to know.
Drink the ipecac of Disgust
Spit out the pill
That you willingly took
Or were forced to swallow
That pill who told you who
You were supposed to
Be.
Separate. Seeking.
Lost and identified
Ever seeking
Lost and identified
Lost
That pill that you took willingly
Or were forced to swallow
Makes no difference which
Disgust is your friend now.
Throw it up. Throw it off.
Into the fire
Of purification
Of humility
Of not knowing.
Only don’t know.
Not sure why this makes me so happy- Crazy! Thanks so much!
Deep bow my sister.