In the height of irony, independence is not maintained without everyone's investment in equality, liberty and justice. We make choices and these choices have consequences. Democracy can only be as strong as its weakest members, that is why it moves with such a mercurial and often chaotic need to be so inclusive.
There are a lot of quiet expectations that we have of one another wrapped in every moment of daily living. These probabilities tie us loosely together. No one is THAT independent. We need each other like the earth needs the light of the sun; like our emotional tides need the moon. We need a spiritual life and all the demons and devils that come with it to get an idea of ourselves in this bigger picture of life, as well. We are dependent on the connections that we need to help us bring forth what is best in ourselves.
We are about to witness the moon hiding her face absorbing the earth's shadow in April and the emotional moon will simultaneously show the sun her monthly shaded side in alignment. Information and energy flows through this moon shadow portal. Hafiz speaks about relying on what he deems holy and I see him leaning into his dependence here in admitting he has nothing of vitality without his spiritual connectedness.
...The moon
Covers her face with both hands
And can't bear to
Look...
This is where, in the story, that the earth gives her report to the greater culture of the cosmos. How is Earth? How are the feminine and the masculine working together? We are going to find out how she gets what she needs to remain healthy. That may or may not include humanity and our laws and our ideas of ourselves. It will include what is good in people that we bring into and share of our daily lives. The earth favors what is natural in us and favors what is loving. We have that going on, at least.
Thank you for listening.
Music: This song, Hard Sun is performed here by the person who wrote it in 1989, Indio (Gordon Peterson). The song was made famous by others and is featured in the moving soundtrack for the film Into the Wild. It is a deeply emotional and honest delivery. Healing, if we listen for that.
...Once I stood to lose her
When I saw what I had done
Burned down and threw away the hours
Of her garden and her sun
So I tried to warn her
And turned to see her weep
Forty days and forty nights
And it's still coming down on me...
The original post in this series of poems by Hafiz (including an addendum regarding the authenticity of these poems) can be found here. Also, my thoughts on this series a year into these poems, HERE.
The Gift: Poems by Hafiz and translated by Daniel Ladinsky can be purchased here.
My book can be purchased HERE. E-book HERE. The Season Two blogcasts with audio excerpts from my book begin HERE: in Behind The Lines. This reading of the book excerpts in a mixed media format is Season Two of this blog. These recorded excerpts are outside the chronological order in which the book was written. Podcasts with audio only beginning with episode 22 can be found HERE.
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