A long, long time ago
There arrived the thought
That love was something dangerous
Mysterious and unreliable:
It led to all kinds of grief, tears,and loss
That there was no way to tame it
Contain what it brought:
The confusion, foolishness
Futility of unending fears
It sometimes wrought
And that day it was decided
By the previously innocent mind
Be careful! Guard yourself.
Safety measures, gates and limits,
Not everyone or everything is kind.
There came into place a cage
Of all these imagined fears and plots
Counter-strategies to play safe
Keep out what the heart sought
Confined by these boundaries
Fluid nature became ice
Hard and cold as stone
Brittle and fragile…
That was the heavy price.
So an identity took form
Gradually fleshing out stories
Fixating upon other characters
Making them out to be solid and real too
This is how the idea
Of a separate, vulnerable self grew.
Here, the idea of safety and territory took root.
Before this, in a seamless, flowing world
There was no question of a me or you….
Simply different possible locations
From which to experience life
As a temporary point of view.
But now we have forgotten all that
Forgotten what was felt and known true
That nothing real can be threatened
And all the angels and demons
We run obsessively from or to
They are all but a dream,
An illusion we have bought into.
All because a prison was imposed,
Love was titrated fine:
“Just enough to keep one alive
Too much and one goes blind”.
What would change
If that were not the case?
If love and foolishness
Were no longer confused?
If the pointlessness of damming flow,
Of defending and attacking
Was realized and understood?
What kind of a paradigm
Would this one transform into?
(Bronze Sculpture by M.C.Escher)