Keep Me Sane

Memories of a fighting world,
Litter the hall,
The spikes and sharp objects of another life,
When wedded to my status and my achievements,
I forgot how to breathe, how to care, how to love,
........and be loved,
.......and be cared for.

One night woke with my own hand grasping my throat,
One night woke driving a hot poker through my own heart,
Life fighting life fighting life,
Trying to prove a point that was already proven,
Like a mad dog chasing its tail,
And not sensing the whole that is self evident
........evident self,
.......evident life.

Pray keep me sane,
Far from the maddening crowd,
Pray keep me feeling this breath,
And tending to the little things,
Whilst gving my all to the All,
Pray keep me sane,
Amidst all these fantastic illusions,
For I know that from this vantage point,
I can share in the grander will and be the innocent blossoming of life I was born to be,
.....born to be,
....born to BE!

(This is passionate poem, a passionate plea. Having glimpsed release from worldly temptations (status, achievements,..), there is always the risk of falling back and becoming insanely attached to them again. Attached to the outcomes, attached to the pain of a competitive, fragmented life. The poem highlights the self-defeating nature of such a vicious circle, the absurd use of consciousness to create an 'unwinnable' illusion. Versus an alternative perspective where focus is upon the 'little things' like care and love and breath and giving and a letting go to that which is greater than you, whateve you might call that. The final line reminds me of the phrase that we are, first and foremost, human beings not human 'doings'. It is in the 'being' not the 'doing' that we can stay sane.)