The Divine Spark http://the-divine-spark.com "Defining a nontraditional spiritual journey to God" Mon, 26 Jul 2010 16:45:05 +0000 en hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0 TheDivineSparkhttp://feedburner.google.com Empathy http://the-divine-spark.com/empathy.htm http://the-divine-spark.com/empathy.htm#comments Mon, 26 Jul 2010 16:45:05 +0000 John Moore http://the-divine-spark.com/?p=276
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    I cannot possibly understand
    where you come from
    the anger you feel
    the hurt you suppress

    I cannot possibly understand
    who you dealt with
    and who dealt with you
    either good or bad

    I cannot possibly understand
    why you lash out
    pushing me away
    as I laugh or dance

    I cannot possibly understand
    what your truth is
    and how you lie about it
    if I get too close

    I cannot possibly understand
    when you do accept me
    in spite of my past
    and our uncertain future

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    I turned inside out
    and what did I see?
    an unwanted glimpse
    at the monster from down under
    I thought I had purged

    That monster from down under
    is gone I claimed
    actually, that one never existed
    when in actuality
    it did . . .
    and it stayed

    So hideous a sight
    it bared its teeth, snarling
    the monster from down under
    yanked from its lair
    by a simple phraseology

    For the monster from down under
    is never far away
    lurking in the crevices
    pulling at its chain
    waiting to be unleashed
    to fight another day

    It can’t be slayed
    nor played
    nor really even weighed
    the monster from down under
    appears…
    a triangle fitting into a square peg one moment
    smoke sliding under a door the next . . .

    So what do I do
    with my monster from down under?
    perhaps tickle it . . .
    perhaps engage it in conversation . . .
    or
    perhaps . . . even write a poem
    but we can’t tell it goodbye
    or ignore it you see
    for the monster from down under
    is a real part of me

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    I pursue you with zeal
    endless endurance
    countless travails
    infinite obstacles

    I know you are there
    but you hide
    delighting in the cloak and dagger
    rejoicing in my frustration

    The trails I run down
    are habitrails
    a running without progress
    …or is it?
    You never let me know

    I pursue you with zeal
    but you never let me catch you
    teasing me with your promise of imminence
    torturing me with promises of loving kindness
    but . . .
    instead . . .
    and however . . .
    I end up where I started

    Yet you are there
    my past devoid of life
    is now a rollercoaster of opportunity
    of unexpected curves
    departing from a banality of sameness

    I feel you within me
    an unexplained light
    a warmth I cannot grasp but feel
    You emerge mysteriously — without calling ahead for reservations
    but you do emerge . . . mysteriously

    We play a game of tag
    that has no end in sight
    but my pursuit of you, like grasping wind
    makes me see you in glimpses

    around the corner

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    Another meeting, another time
    heads swaying from side to side
    looking downward . . .
    looking at the clock on the box
    not to open . . .
    squirming against the wall

    It reluctantly presented itself
    an embodiment
    glaring, scowling, growling
    pissed at the eyes
    staring . . .

    Why do you see me?
    . . . now​​? . . .
    in this place?
    at this time?

    I resent being blamed
    . . . despise . . .
    being judged
    what have you done
    . . . lately? . . .

    You are me and I you
    no one else but me
    you see darkness
    I save you

    Push me, shove me
    toward the light
    like some damn vampire
    will only burn and hurt
    both of us

    For if the bridge comes down
    what then?
    Perfection? Bliss?
    You might see me again
    my twin unknown

    Is my demise uncertain
    yet unforeseen?
    In this place
    with air humming
    squirming against the wall . . .

    The prophecy is written
    you will see
    more walls to come
    breaking down others
    other paths crooked
    a journey or two circuitous
    broken to make complete
    the vision . . .
    squirming against the wall . . .

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    A golden key, a plea, an unconscious
    clue for freedom unnoticed
    unfolds in unexpected mediums
    a life in rapid decay and slowly dying
    The Last Picture Show

    They were both 43
    Four decades ago
    a bitter woman filled with hate
    baring fangs with a venomous bite
    a weak and desperate man seeking escape
    caged and cornered with no way out

    The boy lacked insight, he lacked the words
    failing to understand at age 12
    what his intuition already knew
    the growing storm clouds overtaking
    the faded vestiges of the man’s humanity
    The Last Picture Show

    The snake coiled and struck
    again, and again, and again, and again
    over the moments, minutes, hours, days, months, and years
    lies, delusions, judgments, and gossip
    toxins ever increasing, poisons ever worsening
    the man’s soul wobbly weakening

    The boy was Houdini, his gift a way out
    magically creating a new life while deceiving the serpent
    the gift eluded the man
    unfathomable the mystery
    his soul had begun to set
    The Last Picture Show

    A life retreated, an unconditional surrender
    to bitterness, melancholy, and hate
    oh, what could have been . . .
    a man once compassionate, brimming with laughter,
    possessor of a tender touch, expanded horizons. . .
    shrank into a shell of himself

    A last gasp, a clue left behind
    for the boy Houdini who eluded the serpent
    and found a way out
    Now a man of wisdom. . .
    Trusting his intuition . . .
    Belying his intelligence . . .
    to unlock the mystery of his father’s desperation

    Four decades ago . . .

    The Last Picture Show

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    Bowlby first proposed
    We yearn for paradise
    For comfort, nurturance, and warmth
    For protection
    A return to the womb

    Of all secondary objects
    A shade gray of perfect
    Rests the offshore paradise
    An embodied perfection
    A trinity of Edens

    When your eye captures the horizon
    Its resonating purples
    Melting into a setting sun
    Breezes caressing and embracing
    Beckoning back to the great ocean

    The birthing of the lapping creation
    Against the shore
    Calls us back to paradise
    Satisfying the yearning
    A return to the womb…

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    Once upon a time
    there was a line
    that ran east and west
    beyond the horizon

    over time the line began to change
    it was strange
    as it became
    a hump with two tails

    the hump fought the tails
    as in tooth and nails
    desiring the tails
    to be like itself

    the tails sacrifice to the hump
    those that seek to lump
    their sense, feeling, and thought
    as comfortable and safe

    the hump grows ever strong
    especially when it is wrong
    pushing its shape
    to overwhelm the tails

    for it is frightening you see
    for it might be you or me
    suffocating under the weight
    of the hump of comfort and safety

    if we are the tails
    and we allow ourselves to fail
    realities are lost
    the line grows shorter

    the tails wag the hump
    much to its chagrin
    for new realities to be found
    for explorations to begin
    the line must flourish
    so the tails must grow
    and the hump must diminish

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    She expresses what I am not
    at least not openly
    at least not consciously
    somewhat in denial and
    somewhat denying

    Is this the rage not expressed?
    the love cloaked in hatred
    the tolerant prejudice
    or….
    is this my true being
    unfettered by politeness
    liberated from the shackles of convention
    a new beginning. . .

    It seems a darkside only by comparison
    for benchmarks, or guidelines, or parameters
    are ghosts
    fleeting
    in then out
    here then gone and back again

    So what is real?
    in a fragmented world
    is antithetical health
    or illness
    perhaps an expanding horizon
    or constricted awareness

    What then and which how?
    at the turnpike
    which way now?
    mixture or separation. . .
    does it shake out
    and how?

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    Oh, the times we could have shared…
    the moments of laughter
    gales of laughter
    coursing through our bodies
    stomachs tightening, chests heaving
    leaving us panting
    avalanches of laughter
    with eyes watering in contentment

    Oh, the times we could have shared…
    the moments of anguish
    the tearing of our souls
    the searing of our hopes and dreams
    the endless tears, the resolute hugs
    nurturing, protecting, cherishing
    strength
    and vulnerability

    Oh, the times we could have shared…
    the moments of anxiety
    the fear of others discovering who we are
    our hearts beating rapidly
    our palms sweating profusely
    our collective sighs of relief at our collective strengths
    facing the world again

    Oh, the times we could have shared…
    the moments of joy
    unabashed, uncommunicative, unexplainable
    happiness
    our visceral beings on fire, emoting fireworks
    impatient for the next moment
    in a sequence of next moments
    grinning, skipping, shouting
    extending heaven

    Oh, the times we could have shared…
    but didn’t
    avoiding
    rationalizing
    deflecting
    suppressing and repressing
    expedient and shut down
    stoically asking about the weather
    ignoring and forgetting each other

    lost moments
    recalled wistfully
    with the shaking of a head and downcast eyes

    Oh, the times we could have shared…

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    It had been a bad day
    in a bad month
    in a series of bad years
    that blurred together

    nothing ever seemed to change
    a Chinese water torture of sameness
    drop
    after
    drop
    after
    drop
    after
    drop
    of mundane sameness
    vanilla…

    he was tired, no more than that
    he was fatigued, exhausted
    exhausted
    as usual
    from the grinding repetition
    of shaving
    of brushing
    of showering
    every day
    day in
    day out

    He felt a cost, a visceral gasp
    a spiritual ache
    somehow…
    in something
    somewhere …

    He grew wearier, if that was even possible
    driving in
    driving out
    day in
    day out
    every day an adventure in monotony…

    He yawned, his need for oxygen
    unable to trump
    the blaring radiospeak
    the white noise of transcient
    djs voicing apathetic opinions
    on important issues of irrelevance…

    His body grew numb…
    slogging through traffic
    longing for a song, any song, a broken melody
    to sever the talk
    to break the mold
    to crack the veneer
    of
    day in
    day out
    nothingness

    I should write something, he thought
    a clever turn of phrase
    a poem, perhaps
    at least a reason why
    but…that seemed unlikely
    He grew drowsy
    wearily contemplating an inconceivable explanation

    I might be interesting for a moment or two, he mused
    someone else
    may be spared
    of walking the same steps
    driving the same drive
    listening to the same talk
    sleeping the same sleep
    those scavengers that haunted Ebeneezer
    picking amidst the gossip
    entertaining a smorgasbord of possibilities
    cracking the veneer
    of
    day in
    day out
    nothingness

    His eyes closed further
    yawns increasing by the second
    he was so tired, so spent, so done

    Yet, it wouldn’t be long
    only seconds
    5 of them probably
    of anguish and pointless struggle
    of panic and idiotic regret
    He thought it ironic,
    the body’s struggle and longing for this

    He understood
    it came to him
    in many moments
    in countless days
    in never-ending years
    he was nothing but a foot
    removed from a half-empty bucket of water

    He laughed until he shook,
    an epileptic frenzy
    feeling alive, senses tingling
    hair standing on end
    the sun clinging to his face. . .

    He kicked over the chair.

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