I pull you from your tower
I take away your pain
and show you all the beauty you possess
if you'd only let yourself believe that
we are born innocent
These days I wonder what I am doing, what I am waiting for. It feels like I am, like something's gotta happen. Maybe it's a function of age. I never thought I'd get to this age - how did that happen? No matter, but it's got me looking around and wondering what the -? What kind of world is this? But I am thinking so many things...reflecting...life...all this. And like I said, maybe it's a function of age. Still...
To what end? I look at this world which seems totally crazy and I wonder how I got "put in the trick bag" as my Daddy would have said. We all fall for the okeydoke. Can't help it. We are born onto this planet, into this dimensional reality and almost immediately, we are sucked into belief systems, thought patterns, ways of being and doing that if we don't follow, we are out of place, out of pace, out of step, out of line, out of the group. And for some of us, that matters a lot. Until we wake up.
How do we come to accept a life full of threat, potential war, poverty, ravaged souls devoid of morality and simple compassion as normal? Why do we believe this? It must be the swell of the collective consciousness which dictates we move with the swarm and accept that as the norm. But...
It's not normal. None of it. It's not normal to end disagreements with the threat of a gun barrel. It's not normal to cast aspersions, meanness, ugliness upon those who do not do our bidding. It's not normal. But we have accepted it as such. And to deviate from the norm is to be seen as naive, pollyanna, stupid, foolish. And that can feel like a sin worse than death.
If this is all it means, what a waste. A terrible waste of time. All the way to this planet to be caught up in how to acquire, obtain, best, and whatever else we come to believe is the way to our potential happiness. And none of it buys happiness. Buys things, sure. But happiness? Fleeting, at best.
believe me Adia, we are still innocent
it's easy, we all falter, does it matter?
believe me Adia, we are still innocent
'cause we are born innocent
Yet, I see hopeful signs. Despite the mockery, despite the insults, despite the persuasion there are those who see beyond this setup. They see to the core of what matters, of who we really are. There are those that dare to dream, those who put themselves on the line, those who strive because despite it all, they know the truth and see how this is all a big setup for delusion and disappointment. So, they put themselves out...there.
And that little bit of hope brings me relief.
Have the courage to throw off the conditioning. It's really time. Or, you, when you reach the age I have, may find yourself questioning same. We are born innocent, have always been innocent. Even those who we would deem as horrible, evil, awful people still have that seed of innocence within. Let us cultivate that. Uphold the beauty in that. Let no one buy our innocence. So that, even when we falter, it doesn't matter. Only the truth prevails. Only the best is upheld.
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Egyirba M High
I am a writer, performer, teacher, healer, communicator, minister. I love music, movies, nature, travel, my friends and family. I love life, to laugh, kindness, realness. I write about my personal spiritual journey here. I am also co-author of an award-winning collection of short prose pieces called Tight Spaces, published originally in 1987 by Spinsters/Aunt Lute Press, then again in 1999 by the University of Iowa Press. In addition to writings here and elsewhere, I am at work on a collection of short stories. View all posts by Egyirba M High
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