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Cheerer-uppers
Part II

by Ceci Lumley

 

The issue, the way is far more dangerous than that of any drug, and far, far gentler.

 

 

Trees shelter birds, squirrels, and an occasional snake. So do we. So do we. (Our belief in our existential "purity" is primitive and simplistic hubris.) Mobile trees.

 

 

Acculturation = metaphysical disenfranchisement. Learning to refocus one’s attention = metaphysical re-empowerment. Not paradise regained. Not childhood regained. Shackles dropped.

 

 

We are, laughably, in our scientific and linguistic playpen, nominalists manqué. The spirits do have names, and wholly proper ones at that.

 

 

Meter stick. You can measure your progress by the accuracy and frequency with which you can keep track psychically of the comings and goings of those you care about.

 

 

Through our mindlessness, we turn the body-eden into a prison, shackles, a rut. Ease out.

 

 

Nature nurtures. Subtly, slowly, quietly, gently, powerfully. Tramping and camping about is not the way. The ego walls must come down, and then you must be still, gain and again. And again. Sustenance flows through.

 

 

There exists a ground of being where, with perfection, your pain and you pleasure, your lies to yourself and to others, your false efforts and your true, your honest mistakes and your dishonest mistakes are in some way known. A balance, fair beyond our perceiving and merciful beyond our best hopes, is always struck.

 

 

During drought, does the earth stop being earth? Do seeds stop being seeds?

 

 

Your muscles, all your organs are starved for prolonged mindful, heartful attention. Not of the artless, heartless calisthenics, aerobic variety. Yoga, tai chi.

 

 

Isn’t the road better than the bushes?

 

 

Road signs? Yes, many, usually felt, not seen. They are known as "heart’s desires."

 

 

View your circumcision as a battle scar, if you like.

 

 

Congruence, existential congruence is possible. Between "entities," between sentient systems.

 

 

Road signs: resonances from possible futures.

 

 

Isolation is in the eye—and skin—of the beholder, and the beholden.

 

 

Do not take pride in any of your accomplishments. They have all been injurious. You have no way of knowing how injurious and to whom.

 

 

Go gently along the path. There may be other effective demeanors. I am doubtful.

 

 

One day your pelvis will feel full and you will know you are pregnant.

 

 

Either we enter new worlds and find new cultures, or we stultify, as did the Chinese behind their many walls.

 

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