Showing posts with label service. Show all posts
Showing posts with label service. Show all posts

Saturday, April 18, 2015

Ridding



I don't care much for the old American addage,
"Don't get mad, get even."
I do think it is time for some people
to finally learn not to be helpless.
To stop seeing themselves as passive,
poor things, victimized or just intimidated.

Don't get mad at your enemies; get rid of 'em.
Did I say kill them?  No, nor whack 'em with a crowbar.
But loving, serving and remembering
should mature one over time and patient practice,
prepare one for sovereign handling of situations.

Loving everyone is not to love their ignorance or aggression,
but to love the sentient Being that is the core of all our potential,
and that core is divine, and it is pognantly, terribly, wonderfully human.
And sacred.

Serving is not being a "helper" and "fixing things" -- even if
someone gets helped and something gets fixed, this is not your concern.
Serving is to nourish from your heart, from the richness of spirit,
which nourishment you have only received and are not the source.

Remember that Source, it is your only wealth and can be shared.
Don't recite Scripture, be Scripture.  Be the temple.  Be the fire.
So what of those enemies?  It won't help, thinking you have none,
when for some very rude and angry forces of energy
you may be theirs.

Get rid of  'em.  Breathe and repose in that sovereign Presence,
then work intuitively instead of reactively, embracing first the fact
that you may not be liked, you may well be hated, don't avoid it.
Reposing in your Faith, neither seeking nor avoiding enmity,
clarify your cowardice and bent toward appeasement,
value your most genuine integrity and basic sanity.

Sometimes you can rid yourself of enemies by being authentic,
robbing them of ammunition by your humor, indiscriminate warmth,
your indifference to the illusion of injury, and clear eye contact.
Sometimes they will become your friends, having little recourse left.

Sometimes it's out of your hands, they are fixated on hostility toward you.
Give them no further thought, erase their existence from your mind;
if they stand before you, seeking to bait and provoke, arouse your reaction,
give them no satisfaction, address them with not so much as a breath or a glance,
look right past them and let them be as nothing.
For you are nothing and therefore empty of whatever they want to grab.

And if their grabbing should become physical, learn to not even be there;
and if you are there, then it is as it should be.  Prepare to stand your ground.
Know your ground:  it is to love everyone, serve everyone, and remember God.

Be open to the grace to rightly perceive, firmly confront, and
compassionately, creatively, constructively prevail over all forms
of tyranny and aggression and abuse, whenever and wherever you are
witness to it -- in defense of the defenseless, the innocent, or even the truth.
Don't say it's "karma" -- your karma may be to fight.

I am not for holding hands of victims, I am for teaching victims
to put perpetrators out of business by not being their customers;
by learning of one's inherent and natural worth and dignity,
and to ground oneself in that, knowing that God loves you.
To make an ideology of victimhood is pathologically unnatural.

Should one in enmity toward you be determined to make hostile contact,
it may be most loving, most nourishing, and most conscious service
to pull the weed out by the roots, gather your inner resources,
and fight back with all you've got.  You may not win,
but you will surely stop losing.




Thursday, August 8, 2013

Krishna's Boon

ODE TO LAKSHMI (REDDY) RADHE - 26 Jan 93

I have seen Maha-Lakshmi
in the soft brown form of a young woman.
Her dark generous eyes hold a wild glowing beauty,
sparkling with moist effervescence,
catching the glint of her dangling earrings
and diamond-studded gold chain which graces her neck.
Straight and even and white the teeth which line
the coyly benevolent, gracious smile;
Her lovely face is the picture of India's womanhood.
Long and elegant her fingers, slight and nimble her body.
I encountered her for a brief hour.
Could this be that Lakshmi of ecstatic wealth to whom I've sung,
holder of the keys to fulfillment in all the three worlds,
the lotus-bearing spouse of Rudra
(Lord Shiva's own spontaneously liberating persona)?

And from this dear woman there pierced my heart
yet one other heady image, that of
my Lord Krishna's eternally beloved Radha.
As we spoke, her richly Indian accent striking my ears
(so long unused to receiving its timbre)
as I bent to hear her soft tones,
I recognized indeed the Gopi Radha --
and that radiant energy of the Gopinath,
that sweet laughter of Gopal,
that dance of Govinda's flute, Narayana's joy,
responded from my heart.
The world calls this petite and charming woman, Lakshmi (Reddy),
knowing nothing of the name.
I call her by Radhe, knowing both intimately.

How fitting, to meet her at the end of my Army service!
For it was Lord Krishna whose words to Arjuna at Kurukshetra
prompted me to enlist, now seven years hence.
Seven richly blessed years, since which day
I have in-joyed Krishna's boon -
and whose Ras Lila still charges and delights
my atmosphere - when it pleases him.
When last I'd departed Ft. Dix at the close of a seven-week cycle,
I'd found on a bookshelf the life-story of his famous
Bhakti servant in America.
Now leaving Ft. Dix at the close of a seven year cycle,
I have met Krishna's beloved.
That joy and delight are ever with me,
and no earthly power can ever steal it.

Lakshmi Radhe! May God go with you all ways,
and may His light ever shine within your heart
even as you shine within mine.