What matters? The car The job The house The shoes and bag The HD TV The latest smart phone The pc, the GPS And everything to absurdity that is attached to them
None of it matters But wait Wait a minute, a mere sixty ticks on the clock I will tell you what matters
Life itself The preciousness of life The often overlooked wonder of existence For everyone, everywhere And Earth The big aliveness, the carnival dynamic of this home place, this living space: Earth
Everything here that grows The trees The flowers The water - rain, seas, rivers, lakes The stones The birds and bees and the clouds in the sky
Beauty, yes beauty Beauty matters Learning too And music Painting, dancing, singing Hugging children And love Love matters Human love Love of and love within humanity And love, as the grounded say, love for all relations
The simplest, bravest presence that did not come from our aggressive, invasive hands The simplest, natural miracles, the touchstones of sanity and ecosophy, universally shared foundations these that were never and never will be cooked in the metal buckets and plastic bubbles of our brains
But this... the here and the now, the just prosperity of appreciation And being here and becoming now Having eyes and having ears and bodies charged with sex and having hands
But you, lost shallowly in vapid sentimentality, you think that the stuff, the temporal landfills of competitive throw-aways, you chase shopping for these holidays - that the things matter You stressful and in the processes of dying buy into the dead dogma that what you own, these possessive-possessions and your guilt, things are what you are And what your call your own, that mere having, extravagant consumption, defines and matters
Well, it is good of course to have food and drink and friendship. A roof and a bed Some place to keep warm and somebody to hold, trust, and who recognizes your name. It is good... Some privacy Some breathing space
But what matters profoundly - at the recurring inception, in the germinal core, inside the wealthy fertility of living seed - is waking up. Looking magically at dreamscape and the horizon. Going up the solid mountain with measured and amorous vigor Going down to the flowing sea freely Walking in surf-light Playing in the seafoam sand
And sunset matters And the moon and the stars Wind and deep silence And dreaming Being part of the dream The dream that God is dreaming That the Earth and the sun and the cosmos are dreaming us into becoming As into prayer A yet to be narrated amazement, an archangel, of cosmic prayer
Grateful in honoring each morning too and knowing, with sensitive, sensual knowledge, the returned enchantment of sunrise, power The poem of a new dawn The poetry of continuing creation
Stopping peacefully too Being alert as well Holding still Ever palmed in this mystical spell Barefoot Courageous With wild wind caressing hair With solar light kissing faces Old faces Young ones Wet or dry Of rose bud tenderness or parched sandstone and sand Time weighed, winged, spiraling, and ponderous
So what matters? What honestly, transparently, truthfully matters? Wait Wait but one minute more Wait and I will tell you the story once again
Being a person A full generous flower A fresh round fruit A tenacious rainbow The personhood of experience, of ripe existence, discovering self in the circus cornucopia of anguish and agony and longing, ecstasy and otherness The "ah" and the awe in a moment
And a person wants to say something beautiful and with dignity, before departing And to do something in the world spontaneous and joyous and heroic, breaking from the underground of darkness, liberating by the purity of a soul
To be cathartic tears To be euphoric laughter To stand in a healing circle To dance in a sacred hoop To be a revelation, in this bundle of here and now, in the middle of life's revelation To be a yes in the great scheme of affirmation - this... This is what matters.
David Sparenberg 24 December 2014 Ovi+Spirituality Ovi+Health Ovi_magazine Ovi |