Moving Ahead
Move ahead,
Move along,
Keep going,
Calls the scratchy voice of humanity,
I move ahead quickly,
I move along promptly,
I keep going,
But wait,
I stop to take a quick break,
A quick breath,
I look around me and realize in horror,
I cannot see, hear or feel what is close to me,
Everything is blurry, is numb, only deafness,
I have become completely,
far sighted,
Unable to feel or hear the real-ness of nearness.
Even the small touch, glimpse, sound of what is near,
Eludes me,
And this scratchy human voice,
That is driving us To move ahead,
to move along,
To keep going,
Is causing our blindness, our deafness, our numbness to what is precious .
This scratchy human voice,
The cause of our human extinction?
So I stop moving ahead, moving along,
And root myself in this disorienting nearness,
I will stay here until I can clearly see,
And be fully seen,
Until I can clearly hear,
And be fully heard,
Until I can clearly feel,
And be truly felt,
Until I can clearly receive,
And be fully received,
Within this precious near ness.
Join me In this Here-ness that is sustaining,
Our human survival…