December 18, 2008
- Breech Babies -
Purple monkey wrenches, flung through the dawning air by red baboons.
They are done, working on the master’s cars.
Time travel and the pyramids fill their dreams. Lost continents…
Whence Atlantis? And, Why Atlantis?
Too much! Already, the dryness comes.
Descend, oh seeker! Lower yourself into the watery depths.
Soak, become muddied. Deluded, diluted, disillusioned.
Bamboo forests of the mind, peppered with blind ninjas.
Thoughts crash and slash each other, when by random chance they meet.
Such a war of double speak. Can you contain multitudes?
More importantly, should you?
I feel the desert returning, the jungle people are getting tired.
The sea people are laughing as they ride the tides away.
The desert people sit, staring dully at the whispering sands around their feet.
This is to be the source? The chrysalis and the butterfly?
Perhaps we are better off without such dusty butterflies…
But if not this people, not here, not now…
Then whence?
It is not as if it can never happen. But will it ever happen?
To retain our relevance, we must grow within and out of.
Has anyone ever thought that birth is a bloody, horrible struggle?
Labour pains, and in the seventies, the water broke.
More blood, more struggle…
Now we push! And breathe!
Let them tell you it can’t be done. Let them tell you it is not worth the struggle.
Let them continue to stare at the dust, these desert people.
We will reclaim our jungle. And if it is not to be reclaimed, we will cultivate it.
The kingdom of heaven is inside us and all around us. Why do we will not-see-it?
What’s usually called “being born again,” isn’t. It is the choice to open up to a certain initiation process, which while cathartic and very symbolic, usually isn’t the culmination and cure to what ails the soul. Allowing the experience to happen is simply the commitment to and the promise of being born again. It isn’t being born again in and of itself. It’s the water breaking. Now, the individual’s gotta work to get out of the womb/grave. Certainly, whether it’s a Christian ritual or a tribal initiation there will be others to push a little with you or to encourage you to keep going; but most of the work is still to come and it’s all up to you. The thing is, staying in the womb is no longer an option–the water done broke, remember? Either you’ll keep going and come out alive, a new you with better options, or you’ll end up worse off than you were before you decided to do this stuff. You’ll end up like W. Or Ted Haggard. Rather than being twice born you may end up just twice-dead.
Comment by Ian — February 28, 2009 @ 10:40 pm
Considered as an organizing principle for magic work, the complex and self-generating fractal structure of a jungle would seem every bit as viable as all the spurious imposed chessboard order of a tiled lodge floor; would seem, in fact, considerably more natural and vital.
Comment by Ian — October 21, 2010 @ 2:53 pm