Maybe All This – August 21 2019

Maybe All This – August 21 2019

Give up all ideas about yourself and simply be.

Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj

The Veda tells us again and again that all relative world things will work themselves out, with or without our help. That what is ‘real’ is that which is beyond the relative world.

This is not to say that we should ignore the relative world. On the contrary, when we are in the relative world we are to be fully present for all of it; however, it may be helpful to find a way of looking at things that allows us to relax and enjoy, to take things a bit less seriously, to ‘wear life as a loose garment’ rather than to get locked into some deathly earnest idea of why we are here. 

How to find a sense of play and a sense that all is right with our world, regardless of what may be ‘apparently’ wrong at any given moment?

The poet, Wislawa Szymborska, had a wonderful sense of fun and irony in her descriptions of the world, at least some of which hinted toward a world view of something higher than our small self and its concerns, but that is interwoven with each and every breath of all living beings. Writings like this can help us take life perhaps a bit more light-heartedly. And also perhaps a bit more lovingly.

Maybe All This

a poem by Wislawa Szymborska

Maybe all this

is happening in some lab?

Under one lamp by day

and billions by night?

Maybe we’re experimental generations?

Poured from one vial to the next,

shaken in test tubes,

not scrutinized by eyes alone,

each of us separately

plucked up by tweezers in the end?

Or maybe it’s more like this:

No interference?

The changes occur on their own

according to plan?

The graph’s needle slowly etches

its predictable zigzags?

Maybe thus far we aren’t of much interest?

The control monitors aren’t usually plugged in?

Only for wars, preferably large ones,

for the odd ascent above our clump of Earth,

for major migrations from point A to B?

Maybe just the opposite:

They’ve got a taste for trivia up there?

Look! on the big screen a little girl

is sewing a button on her sleeve.

The radar shrieks,

the staff comes at a run.

What a darling little being

with its tiny heart beating inside it!

How sweet, its solemn

threading of the needle!

Someone cries enraptured:

Get the Boss,

tell him he’s got to see this for himself!

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Today I will ask of the universe, of nature, of my Higher Self, for help in seeing myself as some loving God may see me: with love, compassion, wonder and appreciation.

Tulip, tintype, Studio City CA