46. Take Your Seat (A Pep Talk To Myself) (Myshkin, 2020) · couplets

Stop stopping your own greatness!! Can’t you see There’s no one left to rise, just you and me?! There’s nothing in this world that isn’t you Nothing, yet everything for us to do. It’s easy to ascend and not come back: “Yes, form has woe, but who wants to keep track?” The homeless are depressed—we don’t feel safe. It’s reigning smoke and ash—we slightly chafe. The income gap still grows, like Grapes of Wrath— We meditate, then pray, then take a bath. And when we act we’re few, or all alone, For decades of neglect, can we atone? “Oh, it’s too big for me! I’m overwhelmed!” Please, find some hope! This world is not condemned, Not yet at least... We’ll find a better way To live with hope, find soulmates, join the fray. If we go down, let’s go down swinging hard. Would you please lead? Don’t tell me you’re too scarred! We all are. Imperfection’s all we got, That and surrender, which is still a lot. For when we’re small and know it, God has room. When ego yields, Big Mind can finally bloom. No, we don’t know what works and what to do. Let Spirit solve the puzzle, clue by clue. “By dying daily I have come to be.” We close our eyes, and we begin to see. It starts with Faith, outdated and absurd To modern us—whose vision is so blurred. Can we just start imagining the new? When simple life expands, and pushes through? Our bowls are filled, we give like yonder trees Give shade, like warm winds give their breeze. All’s perfect, yet we weep for what went wrong. Truth is complex—to hold that makes us strong. Justice is rough without some faith and joy. Prayers alone deflect, ring hollow, cloy. If you don’t know you’re God, go find that out. Sit empty. Vision quest. Fast. Question doubt. Come back to us and do what Jesus would— Because you are, and not because you should. There’s more of us around. You’ll find a crew. Both light and dark will love and push you through. Success or failure? Pointless, in the end. It matters that you fully live, my friend.