I frequently find myself struggling with the chasm between
how things are and how I want them to
be. Right now it’s appearing in relationships, waiting for the perfect job,
wanting more security in finances, and the little gnome on my shoulder
incessantly whispering self-doubts. Sound familiar? But this letter is about struggling with a relationship, and
the insanity of continually banging my head.
A few nights ago this poem came in
my dreams. It’s a work in
progress, but this is what crept in, at 5:14.
“This is a brick wall.
Though highly useful
in segmenting
what’s mine from
yours,
it’s not a soft
feather
nor a sandy beach.
Physics says
it’s mostly space.
And ever useful
as a slate
to write the future.
It’s effect is
solid.
I’ll save my head the
pain”
I think it was a prologue to another early morning missive
from two years ago.
“straight lines
rarely show
in a natural land.
Bend your mind”
This morning I was taken back to teachings from my childhood, the Bible’s book of Matthew, chapters 5 through 7, known as the Sermon on the Mount. Here Jesus asks that we love our enemies. That we judge not, that we remove the sliver from our own eye, and I think most importantly, that when struck, we turn the other cheek. Basically the sermon is the Golden Rule, do unto others as you would have done unto you.
It
finally dawned, through personal test, that these truths are not for the
benefit of others per se but as a way to experience first hand the transformative
power of compassion in action.
Removing the brick walls as a form of Maitri. An
unconditional love and friendship, starting from within, and from there opening
to the world.
As
I resist the nature of a situation, I am a mason, laying row after row of brick
on which to hang mirrors for projection. If ones’ intent is to “push against”,
then walls are a must. But when I respond to that anxious space, that pain, by
turning the other cheek, I remove myself altogether from the karmic dance. It’s
a way to “lean in”, as Pema Chodron would say. With the wall gone, there is
nothing left to push against, and space opens up for something new. A new space for myself.
Today
I know that trying to live the golden rule is like yoga for my heart, bending
and stretching me beyond comfort, beyond myself. It takes my love to the edge,
where we meet, and smile.
02/10/13 c
