Free

When did women learn
the soul bashing false humility
of self abnegation?

When did men first crush hearts
into emotional valises,
compartmental corruption
of the tender qualities
that endear them to us?

We are free.
And if we are not liberated,
forgetfulness is the culprit.

15 comments on “Free”

  1. I am going to sound like a caveman when I say your big words confuse me. πŸ˜› But, if you are saying: “When did women impose upon themselves the status of ‘lesser than man’?” and “When did men get to decide being emotional is a sign of weakness and inferiority?” …I would say when one gave the apple to the other. Eve should have said, “Does this look good to you? Well, go get your own apple!” πŸ™‚ I think people are just slow as a whole. Some minds “grow” faster than others, depending upon their “soil,” but the whole of humanity is slow to make progress because every bushel has a few “slow” apples. πŸ™‚ Or, rather, some are sour while others are sweet. And, who is to say which is the right street upon which to meet.

    And, who tapped my volcano this morning? I am just full of metaphors today.

    • The Garden of Eden allegory is one way to look at it, I suppose. And you are correct, who can say what is the right road for another? It’s a journey we all must take with our own deviations along the way. Aloha, and thanks for commenting. πŸ˜‰

      • When I consider all of the possibilities, I just exhaust myself and want to be taken out with the tide…..swish!

        Aloha, and yer welcome. πŸ™‚

  2. Yes, there somehow remains a knowledge that our captivity is but an illusion, a mere imagining that itself is all that needs escape, not we, as our being, nor as ourselves. To release the mind into the unconditioned is difficult indeed though, as all thought, and hence all action, is conditioned. How then, to release by doing nothing? This is the paradox of the spiritual seeker. Remembrance of freedom is a catalyst, as you so rightly say Bela. The mind does so like to argue though! H ❀

    • Hariod, as usual you delve into the subtleties and nuances of my words, which is always appreciated. I often wonder if the entire purpose of forgetting is to consciously choose to re-member. Combining eternal knowing with life experience and stitching them together, unifying what illusion has succeeded at separating, at least for a time. I find this is easiest without distractions, in the quiet interstices between chaos and my own plans. Pretty soon the truth of things reveals itself clearly and is, at least to me, beyond argument. It simply Is. Enough of these ‘aha!’ moments gather until existence perpetually reveals itself as a miracle. “When the student is ready …” and all that. Blessings, dear one ❀

  3. Perhaps slowing down and observing more carefully is the first step in unpicking the madness.

    • In a world sped up by many factors, not the least of which is technology (for bad or for good, it’s here to stay), it’s difficult for many to slow down. Now even small kids are focused on their Iphones – they don’t even look up to speak. Observation as I grew up knowing it becomes lost, and what will come next is difficult to say. It’s why my husband and I choose to live in the middle of nowhere, again and again. Aloha, BN, and thanks.

  4. I think this is a meaningful thought. Only thing I would add would be “some” men and “some” women. My Mom is a liberated 86 year old who had a good husband. I have 2 great brothers, too. Bela, I have been hurt before, too. Women sometimes kill their own human infants and children. This upsets me, men sometimes abuse their wives ( I was a child advocate at a Battered Women’s Shelter for 2 years.) This is my response to your generally good and intestine thoughts on men and women. πŸ™‚
    We should all try to remember how to care and tear each other better!

    • Robin, yes. Obviously not ‘all’ women or ‘all’ men are the same. It’s difficult in poetry where ‘some’ would look awkward. Yet in a general and cultural sense, it is mostly women who learn the practice of self abnegation, and mostly men who learn to stuff their emotions, unfortunately. Conditioning, as I’ve learned from counseling people for 30 years, takes effort to un-learn.

      Thank you for your kind comments, Robin – always good to see you here! (And to be clear, I have a wonderful life with a wonderful, evolved husband. My poetry is not always and not often ‘about me.’)

      Cheers, dear. ❀

  5. Tear=treat silly cell phone! β™‘

  6. We only chain ourselves.. xx ❀


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