Bless Incongruence!
I turn off the screen,
take off my headphones, put down the book. It’s very quiet. The world and its
chaos is suddenly all outside; none of it is in here. These walls are not in
crisis. This next breath was going to occur to me either way, but now it feels
more inspirational. It feels nourishing to have this breath enter, and not have
anything else enter. The blessing of incongruence, as I find peace and light in
hellish and dark times.
Curse Incongruence!
I
sit quietly and safely while the world burns. What kind of asshole am I? Walls,
you are liars! How dare you not tremble. If I sit and meditate and “Be Here
Now,” I am in a Here and a Now of illusion and disconnection. The curse of
incongruence, as I find peace and light in hellish and dark times.
And Curse Incongruence Again!
The
fight is on, and it’s out there, and I’m in here. I’m in here, raging, while
the fight goes on out there. Raging inside and outside, and yet incongruence
persists as I go on without the fight and the fight goes on without me. I get
up for work; I do my best to serve people in my job; I go home. I eat; I read
the news and shake my head; I go out for a walk. I convince myself that I can
only leverage my power by holding on to it. If I lose employment then I can’t
help others; if I go and help others (in the extreme way we’re all fantasizing
about) I lose employment. The curse of incongruence, as I yearn to keep myself
and the world together.
And Bless Incongruence One Last Time!
I’m
thankful for my access to refuge. I’m thankful for the world’s intrusions. I’m
thankful for the intrusion of my conscience. I’m thankful for the intrusion of
sleep. Hellish and dark times call for good encounters and good withdrawals. I
feel the incongruence of the world and my values, and it pushes me to act. I
feel the incongruence of the struggle and my own small well-being, and it
reminds me to stop before I drop. The blessing of incongruence, as I yearn to
keep myself and the world together.
