The Price of Awakening
In time we come to know, welcome in our daily lives
the understanding that there is no saving grace
in misleading. Deep and real differences may define
our families and friendships but we realize
there will be no lasting peace in lies and using others.
Anchoring these times and spaces of our lives,
we can listen to the timeless voices of ancestors
and the integrity of respected friends, “Through love alone
will hate be healed.” We all know we have awakened
many times before, left behind a passing ignorance,
the restless ways of wanting, hatred, and fear. Slowly,
we are abandoning the belief that a man or woman can
own another, assume or create a relation that does not
recognize the inherent rights and dignity of the other.
At work, as in marriage, our community, and civic relations,
this entitlement is now a birthright, an achievement of what
is best in all of us. We are awakening, slowly reaching
the understanding that war is not sustainable.
The war in Vietnam, the war in Iraq, Gaza, wherever conflict
appears, we are coming to know that war profits
a very small minority. For too long we have listened to
to all their lies, the reasons why our sons and daughters
must continue to be sacrificed for profit, why it is
that those who have had the most, generation after
generation, merit further privileges to accumulate more.
There is no saving grace in being misled. We are also awakening
to the precious and fragile gift of our democracy, how our voice
and vote is equal to any other. Will it ever be easy to recognize,
accept, and release how we have been deceived?
Each of us knows a deeply visceral answer to this question.
But as the typhoons come and the tornadoes grow stronger,
as species extinction accelerates, and our divorce rates
incline, as our coastal cities submerge and our mothers and
fathers die of unrelenting heat, we can awaken, recognize
how we have been used. What comes to mind when we hear
their deceitful and barren platforms full of hateful intentions?
They assert that we should deport millions of men and women,
persons who are seeking, as we have sought, a better life,
or listening to their call for ever deeper extraction of oil and gas,
what comes to mind is a wounded little boy stepping down
from a now infamous bus, “They just let you do it.” May we all
be granted the integrity to awaken and unity be restored.