I thought the earth
remembered me...
...I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed,...
...All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. by morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
Having just watched portions of the WWII fantasy and violent film, Inglorious Basterds last night, I felt myself vanishing into something worse. This was a story of no redemption, of such a thorough interconnection to our angry and revengeful sides. It was as if the movie director and screen play writer imagined every deep and dark thing in their souls, and projected them onto the characters in the story. There was no escaping the reality of who we are.
If reality is interconnection, and if we are the world and in every breath we become the world with the intermix of water and air molecules exchanging in our lungs and then becoming cemented into our tissues, then we must also become worse and better with every breath.
We are the Nazi's, the nations going to war, and the singing forest creatures at night. Perhaps somehow after a night spent under the stars and moon, we can say "all things shining" because beauty is always with us. Where is the shining in the relentless doom that accompanies us? I am the mirror that reflects back all things shining, and I also hold up a broken mirror, shattered by despair. What does it mean to be human? Who are we? How are we to walk with beauty all around us, when our shadow sides stalk the a peaceful forest?
How do you deal with the violent, hurtful behavior of our kind?
