Mother Willow stood on the river bank dangling her fingers in the crystal clear water. Suddenly she heard the moaning groaning sound of someone in terrible pain. She knew immediately it was a man. He was the only living species capable of self-inflicted suffering. She inspected this particular specimen, which had plopped down next to her, trying to discern the cause of his distress. There were no signs of blood sucker bites. He hadn’t been blown over by a gust of wind, nor burned by a blistering sun. No, it was as she had expected, he was fine.
When I saw my reflection in the door of the grocery story I thought, ‘If I could just go incognito.’ And something deep inside said silently, ‘Don’t worry, you already are.’
We all are. The tulips and trees, grasshoppers and goats, caterpillars and cows. Life is divine. All life forms are divinity in disguise. You and your fellow man are simply human coated gods pushing grocery carts. Continue reading “Incognito”
Although we are forever seeking answers, the world and its ways remain impenetrable to mere man. Thanks to huge telescopes we know we are on a planet in a solar system in a universe. But mostly we know we still don’t know much. At the other end of our quest, under a microscope, we have broken matter down into components, bits and pieces, molecules, particles and atoms. Still no end in sight. Clueless, we stoically walk from crib to coffin, without ever knowing who we are, where we are, what we are.
Then this woman cuts in front of me in the grocery line. Suddenly I know absolutely everything.
What is me? I take away my house, I’m still here. I remove my profession, I’m still here. I take away my diplomas, I’m still here. What is me? Teacher, mom, wife, daughter, tennis player, foreigner. What is me?! I remove my kids, I’m still here. I remove Jack, I’m still here. I remove this pen, I’m still here.
I remove it all, I’m still me. Everything that can be removed is not me. Everything I have and do can be removed. (My entire life can be removed.)
I am not my life?
What is left?
Know thyself is to know that you are two and you are one. You are separated and you are whole.
You are a divine creature walking around in a spacesuit. The divine part of you cannot function in the physical world of form. So when we come to this land of paper and plastic, of fire and flesh, of old and new, of beginnings and ends, we need a protective coating. I am a hue in a man on a mission to Mars.