So much time is spent on politics. But a storm is raging and will not stop until we’ve changed the world from the inside out. Until we’ve cried all its tears. I feel this storm inside me just as I can see a January storm outside blowing in from the Atlantic. The one inside demands that I know myself, that I discover the inner course of history and accept its immutable path. It demands also that I ask you what you know so that we can stand on this path together. The path changes when we become the storm, when we find for rain a place to admire and heal.
It feels to me that it’s impossible just to go on. It seems we have to change the world’s orbit somehow. And yet I know it will remain the same, that the world will tuck me into its orbit like a knife into a belt and continue on its way. Or? There’s a new history to be written and it begins when people step out of time – out of politics – and into judgement. Not into judgementalism but into the stream of judgement which is the truth of who we are and where we stand at this juncture of time. Not into condemnation but into mercy. Out of self and into whole.
This sounds hopelessly visionary and idealistic of course – utopian. Which is why we have to ask each other what we know. Do we share this reality? Can we add to it from different sides? If so there is a second orbit forming for the world. The first does not need to be irrevocable. Two orbits: a worldly and a human. We’ll stand together where the orbits cross.
Two storms – one out there, one in here. And no sleep
until the world is made well again – until.
When will that be? Do you know? Can you tell me?
At least I’ll ask – I crave to know what you know.
Together we’ll empty the wind of its pain,
we’ll find for rain a place to admire and heal.
Have I lived this long and made no difference?
I am that great Atlantic storm. It is me.
No sleep until we’ve wept its tears out of time.
Will you unlock your chest of failure with me?
Will you tell me what I need to know and save?
It’s not enough to just go on. But then what?
Change the world’s orbit from the inside out?
The world will tuck me into its orbit
like a knife into a belt and go its way.
Or? There’s a new history to be written
which will start when people shuffle out of time
and into judgement, out of condemnation
into mercy, out of self and into whole.
Two orbits then: the worldly and the human.
So tell me – if I ask – that you know this too,
that we’ll stand together where the orbits cross.
Best wishes, today,
Picture: Creation of Adam, Byzantine mosaic in Monreale, 12th century
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