Thursday, June 21, 2018

The Blessing and Curse of Incongruence


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.