‘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.’
Mazzy
Star
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 dusty bones.
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