in the din of clatter

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Most of us from the middle-class, we have a kind of old, 19th-century idea of what democracy is, which is, more or less, to over-simplify it, that the masses are going to love Shakespeare and Beethoven. That’s more or less our idea of what democracy is. But that ain’t it. It’s going to come up in unexpected ways from the stuff that we think is junk: the people we think are junk, the ideas we think are junk, the television we think is junk.    ~Leonard Cohen

some straight talk over a cup of tea and the heart to heart reality of why we think we are so different……let’s begin again with a breath and steaming cup……

inquiry for today~   be in the unknowing of our new world and allow the shift momentarily….then plan how you will show up from that new space….

sit and listen to the cups and the clatter

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.

~Naomi Shihab Nye

2 thoughts on “in the din of clatter

  1. Love Naomi’s reflection. It’s so hard to die to ideas, loves, safety, comfort to learn to love. But that’s the call and it’s really the only way humanity will evolve enough to survive. I just posted a piece on personality and politics. You may find it interesting.
    Blessings.

    • Thank you Eileen……and oh how we need to be broad and holding lightly……..the “middle way”…….”only kindness” as Naomi says as an enlivened plea……

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