‘I look to you and I see nothing
I look to you to see the truth…’
‘Some kind of night into your darkness
Colors your eyes with what's not there.’
Sometimes the battle is getting others seeing the truth of you, no matter how forceful you say it, or what the documentation you bring to the argument. Sometimes it’s not enough to be clear even though you could not be more clear.
I have used the start of the following song for years as a meditative device. I sing it under my breath over and over. It’s my go to chant that’s worked for decades.
It's a Door’s song about Otis Redding -- but I substitute the word god for the word Otis and have found it makes all the difference.
It’s my religion.
“Poor Otis dead and gone
Left me here to sing his song.
“Pretty little girl with a red dress on.”
Poor Otis dead and gone”
God is dead, but I’m not – My purpose is to sing about life, while lamenting the loss of the father -- Understanding that with the gift of life comes the promise of death, and the place where all things become new again.
New stuff raised in the waste and effort of my dusty bones.