Not woke, more wakening..

 

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Yesterday I spoke to a few people about what I interpret to be: thankfulness, immediate responsiveness to insights into reality, and love of people (both those immediately before my senses and those out of my present line of sight). 

Yet this morning I am noticeably more sluggish to do any of these. I am bothered,  because I smell that hypocrisy which Jesus warned his disciples against so forceably.

"I wonder why this appears to be?" A part of me asks.

As I attempt to name or describe my present condition, rather than noticing what i am not doing or am slow to do, I come up with this: "I seem to be quite tired, and self absorbed."

Another part of me, on hearing the results of this naming process almost laughs at that apparently sincere question: "I wonder why…?".  As though the questioner must be joking. It seems so self evident, even though, as it hits me and I sit with it while I write this, i realize there is about 5 logical connections or conclusions I have to make to arrive at the place where that part of me can validly laugh, and it could take some arguing and hard work to prove those connections (for each step might have been an unfounded jump to a conclusion).

As i reflect on deeds from the last day, and bodily responses, and pains, I wonder more. 

Something to think on today. 

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Oh source of all this world, creative love, 

please help me to see clearly more  today,

to hold what insight I have from above

my situation, in objective way,

and not to let it blow away, but dig

it deep within the soi-il of this life,

to let it grow - small herb, or tree that's big,

to change my constitution, and the strife,

or kinds of strife, I'll now encounter here

(I take it as a given: "strife will come"),

for growth of living gardens, it appears

is natural, and not just there for some..

(Unless the garden, grass, is plastic stuff

that's made to have the feel and look of some-

thing living, without hastles that are tough,

and need for disciplines to overcome.)

So, in this day, throughout it, I invite

you to be present, and present to you

this garden bed, that's me, for you to sight,

and prune, as you would, as you wander through,

& in me, and above, below, beside,

I know I'm your belov-ed, and you love

to wander with and in me, near and wide,

and I must say I love that you're above

and I'm below, and sometimes right beside,

whatever you think up will be so good

(so when you think to partner with me I'd..

I'd better do the best I ever could).

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