The Seductive Power of Despair

The Seductive Power of Despair

she's so enchanting
as she weaves her spell
slowly adding strand on strand
fills the loom with hopeless visions
death and worse than death
oh, all one's dreams laid waste
the bitterness of failure
to achieve one's heart's desire
and all the wretchedness of man
laid out, a morbid feast
to tempt the soul into accepting
all the world's a fucking tragedy
just going down the drain
that all one's efforts are in vain
and all are doomed to be in pain
forever racing on the plain
around in circles, going insane

she does a pretty damn good job
of putting pictures in one's mind
they really make a person feel
like hell, why even go on living
if it's as pointless as it seems
and hey, perhaps it really is
but there's a part of me inside
that will not, cannot go along
that, underneath the misery
is laughing, for it recognizes
bullshit in its many guises
pornography holds no surprises
just a veil to fool the eyeses

she's really not an evil bitch
there's no malevolence involved
she simply wants to do her part
to test us, if we'll play her game
(it's hide and seek all over again)
it's all in fun, and in the end
you'll just be glad for what she did
the point was not to make an ass of you
(for nothing) but to give the light
of truth a darkness into which to shine
a Hades for the Helios
or whatever metaphor you like
so if you're caught in deep Despair
forget your mental machinations
brooding, dark hallucinations
born of spirit's constipation
go outside or go within
and see what's really, really there
let Nature fill your dried-up soul
with beauty, or just meditate
and pretty soon Despair will be
a mere unpleasant memory
its nightmare siren melody
a counterpoint to the levity
and perfect Love eternally
all known within Divinity.

Y'all need to lighten up.

These are heavy times. Know why? 'Cause we've been accumulating so... much... damn... stuff.

Not just possessions. I mean inside. All this stuff, and most of it just so much dead weight. And who's going to be flying when they're carrying three hundred thousand years' worth of spiritual ballast on their soul?

You wonder why this place feels like such a dump sometimes. Yeah. You don't need that stuff; you should be dumping it. Dump it here while you can!

But it's attached, how do I get it off?

Don't be silly. You're the one that's attached to it. Just let go.

What if I can't?

Then you'll get help.

What kind of help?

Whatever kind you prove yourself in need of. Ignore one kind when it's offered, and you'll get another kind, and another, and another. As many chances as you need. But it gets pretty rough when you keep turning the offers down. That's how you keep yourself down. Say yes to whatever's happening, pay attention to what it's asking you to do. Pain is a good sign. It means you're feeling where the attachment is. Use that indicator. Open up that secret stash of pain and guilt and judgment. See what ugly things are there. Burn them in the fires of love, truth, and forgiveness. Transmute them into their opposites.

The opposite of suffering is bliss. The opposite of cowardice is courage. The opposite of foolishness is wisdom. The opposite of fear is love.

Lose the concrete shoes. How else you gonna swim?

These are deep waters, dangerous and beautiful, deadly and powerful, life-giving and gentle.

Learn to swim, learn to dive.

There's a current and a tide and a huge, huge wave.

Ride it out, surf the wave, don't get dashed against the rocks.

Keep your balance, keep your eyes on the brightening horizon.

Go by feel. Trust what's real.

Lighten up! God, don't take yourself so seriously. You're not who you think you are? You don't know who you are? You actually think you don't know who you are. Who are you? Come on!

I see a smile. I know, you're catching on. The realization is awakening. Shhh. Yesss. Ha! ha! Yes!

You are. The One Perfect Being.