Stirrup of the Sun & Moon. Frank LaRue Owen

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СКАЧАТЬ your second year

       perhaps your second decade in,

       you came to a harsh realization:

      Not every corner of the fabricated Overlay World

       is rooted in the softness you needed.

      Not every place, or person,

       flows with the Heart-Mind-River

       of evolving, becoming, blooming, Being.

      This tumultuous ‘coming to your senses’

       had all the same color, taste, and dark texture of betrayal.

      As you gazed out at the Samsaric World,

       you may have whispered to yourself:

       ‘This is not what I signed up for.’

      You may even have said:

       This is not the place for me.

      And,

       you would be right,

       ultimately.

      This is why it is so important

       to finally let go

       and turn the page;

       to realize

       your original vision was true

       but on the other side of it

       was a list of instructions.

      Among them:

      Found within that which you long to steep is the very thing you must eventually create.

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       To the tune of “3,000 Years” by French-Malagaasy ethno-ambient musician Ujjaya

      Here’s the Catch

      …a love poem…of sorts

       Part One: The Longing

      Are you fishing in your sleep again?

      Oh come on. We all know how it starts.

      A deep pang inside.

      A longing.

      That old familiar question rattling around inside your mind:

      “Where is the one for me?”

      So, you start imagining a soul.

      What do they look like?

      What does their laugh sound like?

      What does the curve of their body feel like in the dark?

      All of this imagining gets the best of you.

      It stokes an image inside…The Ideal One.

      Don’t stand too close to the heat, pilgrim,

      for a fire has been lit

      and it’s burning up all of your common sense.

      This longing is ancient and powerful and vast.

      It feels like it might even swallow you up

      if you chose to stay with it.

      We can’t have that, now can we?

      So, you aim it all outward.

      You become a Human Movie Projector.

      “Hey you! Stand still! Stop moving! I’m busy projecting onto you.

      No. No. Don’t speak. You might ruin the moment.”

      Like a fisherman on the shoreline,

      you attach this inner image of The Ideal One

      onto a hook of your own making.

      You don’t realize you fashioned a hook, but you did.

      It happened somewhere between sleep and waking.

      Don’t be so hard on yourself.

      You were just following instructions;

      the same troubled, outworn instructions

      given to everybody else,

      and you followed them impeccably.

      You cast that inner image out —

      out into the world, every day.

      Multiple times a minute even.

      And so, there you are…hoping

      and hoping…and hoping

      “The One” will come and bite the hook.

      You’re fishing in your sleep again

      “fishing” in your “sleep” again

      not realizing the real prize-catch

      has been swimming inside you all along.

      Until we embrace the Indwelling One

      there is only exile in the Territory of Love

      …even if we somehow arrange

      to have a stranger’s warm body

      sleeping next to us.

       Part Two: The Feast

      We were never taught how to properly relate to the Indwelling World.

      None of us were,

      and now this world of modernistas isn’t even set up for it.

      So when longing shows up, all hell breaks loose.

      We become our own bull in our own china shop.

      It has become so ingrained

      to interpret longing-as-lack

      instead of the fullness that it is.

      And so, like cosmic clockwork,

      we assume the longing is empty

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