"O yoo-hoo, lads, here’s a rope!”
(akin to "tossing keys to beautiful and rowdy prisoners…")
May each critique be a creative opportunity for liberating guiding.
Yesterday heard a “discussion” of racism on NPR,
where two Asian women had just had it
with people in their office not being able to tell them apart.
So they kept saying, " this is racism,” over and over.
And NPR lackey kept chiming in, saying "yes, boo, racism."
And that was pretty much it.
This is a case for Trickster!
So we say, all being in "same-boat samadhi,”
"may the parts of us exasperated
by honky imprisoning conditioning
be filled with the compassion of guiding liberating grace…
Here you go - here’s a path - you’ll like
this.
It’s gonna be more fun for all of us.
Let’s step through the finite game of polarity
into the Infinite Game.”
May the ding-bat parts of us,
lacking in empathic discernment,
say “thank you- yes, we’re all in this together,
I am willing to discern…
Eager for my perspicacity to be enhanced.”
(And other more fun ways of expressing,
and being willing to dance polarity into spiraling accord.)
Let’s unfurl the clenched fist or the finger-wagging hand
into a multi-blessing- whoosh…!
And we say - yes - let’s invite in the proffering guiding…
rather than just
ranting.
(Also NPR brings to mind the spicy quip
said about the writer Henry James,
“that he always chewed more than he bit off.”
We get to be spicy, critical, satirical,
as long as our Leo hearts are kind…
tis a good dedication.)
May all conversings magnetize liberating blessing.
The Aikido of stepping in, with a rope, with a
key.
