To and fro goes The Way, the Buddhists say,
and we are meant to find balance
in the in-between. Yet how
(that "how" again) do we keep our balance
in a hurricane? Or when the skies
open and dump a lake where our houses
are, now appearing like apparitions
in the flooded land? Breathe in peace,
breathe out love, a smiling monk advises.
I'm looking for how to meet this moment,
of flux, of distress, of injustice, of seeing
"Other" where we are meant to see "Us".
Of seeing disappearing rights where
we once had dreams. Everything - other than
human reason - so extreme, we do
the best we can. I suspect the How
of Tao is simply muddling through,
with such grace as we can muster.
The wise ones say, when we are speaking
of hatred, division, war on climate and
war on each other, the only possible antidote
is love. How to make that leap?
It would feel like the frog escaping
the boiling pot into a pond
of cool, clear river water - ourselves
and Mother Earth thrice and truly
Blessed. But, Observer of the Tao,
Please tell us how?
For earthweal: the Everyday Extreme