Sunday, January 16, 2011

New Beginnings Beckon


I feel the wind moving through my being,
Softly sweeping away old hurts and faded regrets,
The wind spiraling around me, through me and in me,
Softly sweeping the corridors of my being,
And whispering, ‘the spring has come, awaken!’

New beginnings seem to call from every corner;
Old ways are being slowly, if painfully, erased,
As from a travel-worn tablet that still bears faintly
Impressions from other times and places, future and past.

New beginnings beckon from every corner…

There are no instruction manuals for the art of living,
Each being must choose its unique meandering course,
And interpret the signposts when they will appear;
Being lost is only one among many perspectives
Over a never-ending landscape of being and doing.

New beginnings rise up, dream-like and misted,
Begging me to bring them, to sing them, to life,
By turning from the thinking and the dreaming,
And consciously awakening into the newness that calls;
"Take us by the hand," they say, "and on we will go, together."

The question is this:
How much longer can I go on sleeping,
While, all about me, life sings and dances?

The wind has cleared the stage of my being for its nextness,
Has swept away the old sets, properties and scripts,
The curtain stands at the ready, ready to unveil me,
The timeless audience has filled the theatre to capacity;
Whom shall strike up the band on the new overture of my soul?

The curtain will rise on my play of reality
Only if I take the stage,
For it is mine, and
Mine alone.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Healing

Even the smallest wave shapes the shore it sings to,
Ebbing and flowing with the breath of the moon by night,
Shimmering in the warmth of the sun by day;
Sing, sing, sweet wave--
The sands await your caress;
Ply the sands, little wave, ply them, ply--
And you will greet every bit of shore, by and by.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Political Language


Follow your leader;
there will be a test, later:

will to power
            spin
                        fear
            subsidy
low intensity conflict
            moral sensibility
                        for us or against us
            cluster bombs
bringing democracy
            full spectrum dominance
                        troll
            compassionate society
collateral damage
            objective failure
                        conformity
            defense of the indefensible
ideology
            disclosure
                        hypocrisy
            family values
doublethink
            disinformation
                        laissez-faire
            capitalism
transparency
            unequivocal
                        outing
            reign of terror
solidarity
            public opinion
                        mendacity
            dying metaphors
 evasions
            absolutism
                        bipartisan
            blowback
oligopoly
            polarization
                        revenue enhancement
            unilateral
talking-head.

What’s this nonsense all about?
The freedom to be controlled.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

The Gift So Worn


Weariness,
weariness walks on my soul.

The doing that can never be done
tolls in my mind, a dissonant bell,
for there is no rest.

The sun rises,
yet there is no rising,
though the shining sun
blesses
even the most feeble flower.

That blessing,
birthing hope
over the multiscapes of being
—that light caresses the soft flower petal.

Would that I were the flower!

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Faith

Existence:
a balancing act
between vulnerability and strength.

Our minds can only fathom
leaping from strength to strength,
from onward to upward,
like children
leaping from boulder to boulder;
We’re never quite prepared
for falls, setbacks,
system failures
or for loss.

We have forgotten about the light.

There is imperceptible light
in every atom and cell.
Every being, and
everything that has form,
breathes this light,
and carries it.
The ground,
which accepts our clumsy footfalls,
glows of this light
day and night,
upholding and keeping
the countless ebbs and flows of life,
welcoming all that rises,
cherishing also all that falls,
and witnessing all the rest.

Brilliant as this light is,
we cannot see it—
we must take on faith
that it is in all of us,
is indeed all in all,
glowing and vibrant.

Knowing  and remembering
 will have to do.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

Monday, January 10, 2011

Our Culture of Violence


The following letter to the Editor appeared in the editorial page of the San Francisco Chronicle on April 10, 2010:
Dangerous hardware abroad in the land
The current discussions around the Second Amendment are disturbing and crude. Think about a natural human response to frustration: anger. Natural, but also irrational.
Next, think about road rage, the most common daily occurrence of a natural but irrational response. Is it logical to suppose that gun-toting road-ragers will have enough self-control to not draw their weapons? Such a scenario is not far-fetched and in fact happens now with frightening regularity among people who are illegally armed. The United States is not a wild frontier society but a modern, urban, civil society.
Giving every citizen the opportunity to own and carry a loaded gun is an invitation to divest society of civility, reducing it to something more brutish, base and irrationally deadly. People who want to carry guns must also want to intimidate and have power over others; why else feel the need?
We should be very worried about people like that. They say it is for self-protection; I say they and their hardware are a danger to us all.
Elisabeth Eliassen
I wrote that letter in response to the local news accounts reporting that NRA members and other pro-gun activists were showing up at local coffee dispensaries wearing holstered (and unloaded) hand-guns, in support of open-carry legislation.

Times have not changed much since April of 2010. Certain kinds of people want to be wed to fire arms. Is this about mystique? (Are guns the latest fashion accessory? Has it become as hip to sport a gun as it is to wear a Bluetooth or MP3 player earbuds?) Or is this purely about displaying power and intimidation? It cannot be about personal protection; if we look at the statistics regarding accidental deaths due to the unintentional discharging of firearms, I wonder how people can feel safe with even an unloaded gun in the home.

There are many people who have a professional reason to use or own handguns. Most of these people work in the service of our communities, as security, law enforcement or military officers. Woe to us that we need to have such security, but I am grateful for the service of these individuals.

I bet that most of the rest of us should not ever need a handgun to do what we do in our day-to-day lives. Who needs a gun to work in industry, to shop, cook, nurture children, do laundry, tend the garden, take out the garbage or even have a cup of coffee at the local café?

Guns should be an anachronism in civil society. Instead, guns seem to have become part of, along with notions of might, power and violence, an inescapable rhetoric.

There are so many films, television programs, electronic games and books that portray violence in a glorified manner that it would be impossible to list them all. Think about it: the only way the comic book good guy superheroes can vanquish the bad guys is by means of violence.

Even philosophy is not free of violence: Nietzsche posited that humanity could only bring about change in the world by means of violent revolution, and that the remaining human beings would be called superman, overman, or perhaps man, the next generation. (Would this be a positive evolution of humankind? I think not. I think it would be a movement to the next kind of oppression. But that is for another discussion.)

Overcoming is frequently described as violent change, not as a calm resolution by means of a conversation over coffee, much less courtroom advocacy or philosophical dialogue.

Winning is frequently described as beating, killing, crushing, smashing, destroying, eliminating or annihilating.

The truth is, we, as a society, have never been properly taught how to have civil discussion. What we have been taught (by television programs, electronic gaming and films that titillate by means of gratuitous violence, brutality and gore) is that we can say whatever we want, whenever we want, to whomever we want. You hear it in grocery stores, in coffee shops—it doesn’t matter where you are, you hear people speaking with anger and violence in their tone of voice.

Basically, our culture has taught us that venting rage is okay. But this is violence, too. Verbal abuse, it is called in some situations, can be as wounding as a gunshot. And people who suffer verbal abuse are frequently left with the gaping wounds of trauma and post-traumatic stress.

As a society, today we are no longer taught the value of silence. We are not learning to accept, to listen, to consider, or to discuss. We are not learning to manage our anger or find productive solutions to our problems. “The System” is blamed, but the darkness is within us. If we don’t get what we want now, we have a license to complain, at the least, or at the most, to yell. Discretion? What is that? I want, I, I, me, me… A culture of narcissism, solipsism and rage is what we are experiencing in the Twenty-First Century, and the universal symbol of the rage portion of that cultural program is a loaded gun.

Rage like this is irrational. Of course, it is more irrational to move from having a license to yell to taking license to shoot people with a handgun. People are not rationally moved to yell at someone, or beat someone, so how could it ever be that a person could rationally be moved to fire a gun at another person?

So the next question is this: why are average people, who don’t need these items professionally, allowed to purchase handguns, much less automatic rifles and other weapons?

The answer is simple:  we live in an insane society.

Let us pray that someone, somewhere, will wake up from this ragemare of insanity and remember that life is sacred, and spread that notion like an infection upon the lands. Let us all be infected with the love of life that wills cooperation. Let us learn to slow down and talk, without yelling. Let us think before we speak, lest our words be misdirected or misunderstood. Let the sayings from an old book echo throughout the world:
They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore. — Isaiah 2:4 & Micah 4:3
Until that day, what we have is a culture of violence, and it is raging a war of us upon us, and the death toll of the innocents continues to mount.

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[image: Swords into Ploughshares, http://www.geni.org/]

Sunday, January 9, 2011

No Writing Peace

There is no writing peace;
peace is an unnatural word.

Peace should be
an element ubiquitous,
like water, light and air,
born into all cells and fibers,
an active ingredient in bread,
planted as a crop,
mixed into cement,
displaying ultimate flexibility
along with diamond hardness,
wearing like iron,
yet as soft as down,
yielding to every need.

Peace should be
all things to all people,
indeed, all Being.

Instead, the human world
is built on the shifting sands
of arguments called diplomacy,
and the groundwater
liberally laced
with discord,
tribal enmity,
provincial vision,
irrational governance,
top-down authority,
and condoned oppression.

This thinking erodes the earth
by a grasping of more than is required,
and profanes life by promoting death,
while claiming to make sense
of an insensible world.

There is no writing peace.

Peace may be a beautiful word,
but until the word can
write people
to right action,
and the kind of living
that comes as naturally
and habitually effortless
as water, light and air,
the sands and time,
then its beauty is meaningless
and has no real place
in the language of life.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen