spiritual language poetry & writings

a mamaist negotiation

 

 

You’re now entering a different world, the shadow world.
Oh, no, not again. Please…
Look. Do you want to talk about all the things you can’t
do, or the things you can do?
But what is it I’m trying to achieve?
Equiliberty.
You mean equilibrium?
Whatever. Here you never know what you’re going to
find.
Chaos? Chaos can’t be beat but orderliness has its
satisfactions too.
Quit staring out of your peep hole! It’s time you give
back to people! Besides, you’re not after information
here, which is unchangeable, and deals in death.
But sometimes…you know… I mean… it’s so… you
know…that it can drive one nuts. Were it not for
my uttering banalities I wouldn’t have any means
of keeping myself together, and that’s the truth!
I wouldn’t have made it harder for you if I hadn’t
thought it would be easier.
But… what do I have to give?
A universe… yourself… Don’t you see? What occurs here
has consequences in the far reaches of the cosmos.
I don’t buy it!
What this is, friend, cannot be bought or sold.
But I can’t find any footprints… where are the
footprints?
You’ve walked in lots of different shoes, you’ve worn lots
of different hats. Why do you have to be like so-and-so or
such-and-such? What’s wrong with being whatever your
name is?
But won’t I stand out like a sore thumb!
Didn’t you always want to be outstanding? Just follow your
desire for being none other than you are.
Look, this seems to be getting us nowhere! Do you
mind if we change the terms of discourse?
Oh, so you want rhyme? I’ll give you rhyme!(But not this
time.)
You want rhythm? I’ll show you how! (But not here, not
now– it’s too lowbrow!)
Yes, the whole world’s a pun! Ain’t it fun? The River of Ha-Ha
flows under the Bridge of Ho-Ho out into the Sea of Hee-Hee
where everything’s new under the sun!
Yes, er… that’s all well and good but what I’d like
to know is why we are even talking about this?
The question is, why aren’t we talking about this more
often? To live is to head out on an unmarked trail. If you
read the signs they’ll all add up to one thing: stop
searching for the perfect world, and love the world you’re
in.
But with all the pain we inflict on one another,
how does one cope?
Now you’re talking! Welcome to the long haul! You forgive
and go on. How else can one go?
To be broken?
Yes.
And broken…?
Yes.
And broken again…?
You’re right on the money, but none the wiser.
But I feel delirious! I mean, it seems there’s a fine
line between being casual… and being a casualty.
What is groundbreaking, it’s true, can be heartbreaking.
You mean, the impossible–it’s being done?
Don’t you see? A human being means waking up. You
gotta dig deep, to where things sing.
But one feels, in the singing, so… exposed!
What’s being made open is the fact that so much is
hidden. What one becomes is, to say the least, pretty hard
to come by.
But what can one do to make things better in the
meantime?
One’s choice of words shows that one is listening–which
has the effect of raising the level of the other person’s
capacity for listening.
But sometimes it’s hard to see anything good. That
is, when you read between the lines there may be
nothing but these slithering, hidden meanings!
Look, nobody’s asking you to ruin your life with bald
statements.–we’re talking twists and turns here. If you
look carefully there’s a pattern that surfaces. That’s
the stage you’re at–finding the pattern.
Yes, but, oh, how I hate snakes–slow and without
sound…. I hate the way they move!
You seem to be enjoying it.
But I’m talking straight here!
Okay…But you just oinked!
…I did!
And you just hissed!
…Really?
Now you’re cooing!
…Ooooooh!
Doesn’t talking this way make you feel free?
Yeah. Free as a caged bird… It’s good of you,
though, putting up with all that I am.
Don’t sell yourself short. You’re a real gem, two sides of a
rare coin, the genuine article.
Thanks. Can I have the receipt?
You’ve got it.
I’m… er… afraid the change isn’t enough.
Don’t mention it. You have so much more to give. …Now,
If you don’t mind, I’d like to stay and argue with you
some more, but you know what they say.
No, what?
You can’t argue with success.
Wait. Before you go, what do the words “be quiet”
say?
Can’t you hear? They say ‘bouquet’…

 

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