A sunny day
70 degrees
Sitting outside together
We discuss the future—
Prospects, possibilities,
The quixotic quest for balance in this topsy-turvy world
You ask me if I am happy
And it arises in me
That you and I—compared to much of the world—
Are in paradise
We walk to the café—
No crutches, our limbs intact
We behold each other—
No blindness, our eyes full
We talk amid the calm
No backdrop of violence, we are at ease
It’s an ordinary moment
Nothing special
Such that we can take these moments for granted
One after the other
So that much of the time
We don’t even savor such moments
And I couldn’t say I was happy
If I was missing out on those moments
In The Brothers Karamazov
Seventeen-year-old Markel says to his mother as he nears death:
“Mama, do not weep,
Life is paradise,
And we are all in paradise,
But we do not want to know it,
And if we did want to know it,
Tomorrow there would be paradise the world over”
We both may laugh at the thought
That paradise is all around us and shimmering
As we sit outside at Kaldi’s
At Maryville University
“That’s paradise?”
Yep, that’s what the young Russian sage says
But he also says to his mother
“Each of us is guilty
In everything before everyone,
And I most of all”
You want an existential challenge
Of the highest order?
Great—then hold together
Our access to paradise
And our guilt in everything before everyone
And I most of all
The point is to recognize paradise
The point is to be responsible
The point is to remember the non-paradises
We as Americans are responsible for
Name a country
Say, Iran, where you have family
You know the history of the U.S. support
For the shah’s torture regime
You know that the U.S. has created zones
Of anti-paradises, those infernos across the planet
I think the heart of The Book of Mev—
The heart of Mev—
Is the juxtaposition of those two chapters
On sitting
George Steiner asking, given the infernos,
“How can we sit still?”
Thich Nhat Hanh affirming,
“Don’t just do something,
Sit there and be aware
Of the miracle of this moment”
Sitting still
Not sitting still
Paradise
Inferno
Miracle
Responsibility
Ojos así
Sufrimiento tan grande
So, Layla, this aspiration:
May we hold it all
Yes we are in a paradise of sorts
and then there are the infernos of the mind and heart
and paradises of the same.
Then there is the lie of Shame and the lie of Shamelessness…two heads of the same coin…and we are neither.
We are human
we fuck up royally and then we are amazingly loving
sometimes all in one breathe.
sometimes we recognize paradise
and sometimes we can’t or won’t…
And then there are those times we sit in our own shit
not even able to detect the sent.
happiness I don’t think is something that measures well
it eludes all ways we have to measure…
It’s almost we can more accurately recognize our discontent
than what it is we are content with.
you give my mind a workout
thank you for stirring the pat.
tina