No one is born perfect. Imperfections trail the best of us as do our shadows. Those without imperfections exist in other realms not needing to be born here.Even sages and seers who inspire us cast their ego shadows as the bright sun of our physical world glows furiously. Each imperfection reminds us why we are here. This is the great laundry, the giant washing machine. Our bodies are the garments whose indelible stains are sent back time and again for cleansing. the shining Self then dons it for another life time of energetic washing.
Some garments are spotted red with incredible anger. Another is green with envy and avarice. Yet another has obsessive yellow addictions for substance and sex. Others are purple with arrogance and pride. There are shades of grey growing darker with greed and gluttony. Shades of blue are in depression and restless dissatisfaction. Ignorance and confusion are painted in black. Deception and falsehood are silver. Every imaginable shade and colour painted by ego, fear and urge for the false security of acquisition and possession. A radiant white shroud also awaits the soul that has no need for garment and apparel but which it nevertheless dons to become the washerman, blazing a trail for cleaning.
I offer my poem which seeks to show that while here we must reconcile ourselves to being fallible bodies attached to radiant spirits, for when the garment is totally cleaned, it will be cast away for good.
W E T O G E T H E R
Facets of myself
Reminding of some genetic impropriety
I must not inherit, I disown
As enemy.
Facets I own
And love, espouse, protect,
Good looks, graces
Mental energy and prowess
Are friend.
But we move together,
Fungus and host
Conjoined,wanted
And unwanted entities,
Inextricable.
I know, like when I tried
From my pet fish
To peel off its fungal growth,
That peeling will kill,
That you are whole,
indivisible.
Yet I abhor my spots,
Wish to extend my chin,
Cannot countenance
My inabilities, cowardice,
Or love my guilt.
So I compromise
As we rise together;
The shining self
Amid the shadows of the negative.
Man, we pain
in attempts to disconnect
emanation from reflection,
moon from sun,
the gem, from that one
mis-cut that shoots out stems
of color, spiraling up
in imperfection.
I was very touched by the post. Many of the color associations are not intuited… got some fun chewing to do. (: The poem was divine.
Jim
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thanks for you touching appreciation – looks like it inspired a wonderful complimentary poem – indeed we need both the sun and the moon – the imperfect cut – even some say the aspect of evil is a creation of the infinite to create juxtaposition (just created that word) – the perfect holliwood bolliwood face is appealing – but an ingrid bergman, audrey hepburn etc – a hooked nose, crooked unintended smile, funny feet are the stuff for falling in love.
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Lovely poem. Are you back?
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Wondering where u have been – hope alls well – yes we are back settling in and feeling a bit sad
love
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‘But we move together,
Fungus and host
Conjoined,wanted
And unwanted entities,
Inextricable.’
I know, like when I tried
From my pet fish
To peel off its fungal growth,
That peeling will kill,
That you are whole,
indivisible.
could not help but smile 🙂
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does the smile mean you agree
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unfortunately yes 🙂
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when we graduate to angelhood it wont be like that ):
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if you mean by ‘angelhood’ that we’ll be over with duality: amen
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Accepting is a very valuable force indeed I think Indrajit. For our own inperfections and that of others.
Beautiful color interpretations. Is there a cultural source for that?
Great poem.
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thanks – no the instant inspiration arises from english literature – eg dont be such a yellow coward – black abyss – depression blues (also music) – red hot anger – pure white and so on.
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