Ye Must Be Born Again

Ye must be born again!

Of course, I don't believe that you or ye must be born again, after all, you can do whatever the fuck you like. We can all do whatever the fuck we like, whether we choose to or not. We don't have to be born again at all. We can continue to live as we live, for as long as we want to. Some are more than happy with they way they do life, and living and relationships. For us others, we have suffered frustrations and disillusionment, we have fallen foul of expectations and disappointment. We have yearned for something easier and simpler, something that seemed at the time, too far out of human reach.

Most people around us, just pat us on the back, and hope that our next lovers [friends, colleagues etc] will be better suited to us, and that circumstances will change in our favour. Most people around us are just as afraid of change as we are, and are just as willing for you to maintain your status-quos, as they are to maintain their own.

However, patting each other on the back, and reinforcing unsustainable behaviours, does not promote the better life for anyone. Instead, I want to utter words that speak of redemption.

To be born again:

from darkness, into the light

from womb into wildness

from bondage into freedom

from heaviness into lightness

from lethargy into vitality

from dependency into dance

from clinging into loosening

from poverty into abundance

from blaming into journeying

from expectation into acceptance

from disillusionment into fresh vision

from disappointment into re-crafted stories

this may sound like mystical mumbo-jumbo to some of you

and for some, they need it to remain as mystical mumbo-jumbo

so that they can avoid the kind of self-awareness

that might evoke uncomfortable change

but, for some others

they may seek out the paths

as faint as they may be

and start putting one foot in front of the other

and start moving slowly and hesitantly

toward somewhere better

not emptily for the sake of others

but in the good-enough act of self-nurturance

it will never look the same in each person

for we are all emerging out of our own histories

into tellings and re-tellings of our tomorrows

there are no answers,

but there are scents we might follow

there are traces and signs of ways

and in this,

I wish you well

for oftentimes the road does not rise to meet us