Duality ©2016 Bo Mackison
Surrender. I know it is time.
Is there a choice?
What would that choice be, if not surrender?
Already I am on the ground
arms splayed on the solid earth that holds me,
a spinning world, this ride I’m on,
riding for life.
High on the mountain
the view is wide,
beautiful.
Head-in-the clouds rapture.
Yet, in a time of blindness
one misstep can prove fatal.
There are times to surrender.
Put your faith in the ground.
From this vantage one can fall repeatedly
and continue to get up,
no harm.
The be of life
for a time such as this
not the do of life.
When taking the first next step requires
the patience of a saint (and there are no saints in sight)
when even that first next step
towards that which is most desired
demands my intellect and will,
and those have been annihilated
This is the “night of non-being”
a phrase wordsmithed by Parker Palmer
who speaks of the black of depression
as only one can
from experience.
Surrender.
The tighter I hold the secret
the deeper the exhaustion,
and the deeper the exhaustion
the more I feed the beast of annihilation
surrender the secret
and speak the truth
speak the truth
and cling to the earth
for to survive
in the clutches of hard places,
where darkness hides all details in shroud
where will loses all sense of direction
where intellect refuses to awaken and
feelings shift-change into nothingness
I search for the life force deep within;
a flicker of light in the depths of dark
and a howl now hushed, though echoes still pervade.
Light of hope.
Echo of recognition.
The soul holds on and
the ground supports
for it is this that allows the dark its full expression.
Palmer asks can you see
depression
not as an enemy determined to destroy
but as a friend,
–yes,
a friend, sigh–
a friend pressing you to this one small square of ground
where it is safe to land. sprawl. crawl. stand.
For it is in the standing within oneself,
the turning within
that one finds truth
and learns to hear the whispers of saving grace.
Palmer names this familiar
this time as
‘full body immersion’
and I think
yes,
full body immersion, a baptism in the darkest of wells
and then as
‘full body expression’
and I think
yes,
full body expression, a closing tight and pulling in
so that
–eventually–
an opening is made ready
to the wonder,
to the mystery of the silence,
to the awe.
I stand in the awe,
in the essence of the sacred.
I surrender to the tension of light and dark
until I can bear the duality,
accept the duality,
embrace the duality
of the ongoing journey.
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This writing was inspired by this podcast:
On Being with Krista Tippett | Parker Palmer (On The Soul In Depression)
http://www.podbean.com/media/
