On Power.
Power. is there a good power and bad power? right and wrong power? Those that deserve it , those that do not? a good witch from the north, bad witch from the south? a superhero who only uses his power for good? We humans sure seems to want to make it so. This is my inquiry. To expose it. To witness its inferno, and steady my footing. This is my protest. This is my best effort to make change in myself and community. Not in word alone, but in the arduous physical, mental and spiritual work of dismantling the fear that cloakes it. I believe one answer is that beyond fears grip, there is a wellspring of power channeled through each and every heart center, ready and waiting for a world that desperately needs it.
What is the alternative? I sit here in privilege waiting for the next drama to avoid my own trauma? One headline after the next sending me reeling in disgust and anger and fear? Because silence = complicit, or so I’m told. Oh yes, I bait. Fueling further separation. Setting the stage for my next misfire that catapults me out from stillness. And by its design the ego untamed, deranged sends me back out to wade in the whirlpool, so damn far, and disoriented, I loose sight again of the compass affixed deep in my heart that permanently knows the way.
Some call it addiction some call it self centeredness. Some dare call it progress or even preservation. To some it’s a protective mask defending against threat, others, its the get shit done face. But how painful to bear witness when it grow out of balance, out of alignment, out of control into a fortress so dense that it blocks our relation to the natural world. The natural self. And then in such blindness we have the audacity to replicate those relations artificially?
Decay sets in. Authenticity lost. Invasive’s gain ground. Humans, at their core missing a natural habitat, an organic connectedness. misses out on all the nectar that poured out of such a clean relation. the gratitude we once had for the the earth, each other, the one thing that regulates humans grows obscure again.
Individually and collectively this inferno of greed, (yes greed) presents as authorities owning methods, as leaders employing divisive measures. As husbands belittling wives as white privilege attempts to gaslight their overgrown inferiority complex. It present as religious bypass satiating the ego in name of god and simultaneously accepting genocides.
IN the personality it shows up as righteousness and status, narcissism and envy, as competition as confidence, as talent, as skill. as pride, as coveting, as marginalizing, as simply, other. Its impact, torrential. The experience of living, tormented at all levels despite all intentions to use this power for good.
Ah but Power that comes through the heart? From the earth? From the infinite? From harmony? That we don’t mistake as our own? That we learn to work through us? That is vastly different.
When we cultivate the capacity to hold love, big love, immense love, not to one but to all, not when its easy to, when its inconceivable to, we witness that power, now emmanating from the heart, it needs no accomplishments, it needs no goals, it just saturates, supports and thrives and we all feel it.