BEingness Musings

For a brief second let go, let be, breathe, feel… Therein lies your freedom…

Who am I to feel it all, yet, who am I not to?

Who am I to weep for that which is and that which already has been? Yet, how can I not weep at our perpetual sabotage…

Who am I to laugh in the abyss of infinite grace, grace that we ignore and push away.

I do not laugh at grace, I laugh at our unwillingness to see it, to feel it, to allow its balm to shift humanity…

I watch the frolic of the human species, it spurns itself, destroying again all that it dreams and hopes for.

Caught in a self-set snare woven with threads of vane ego.

Prescribed to ruin its very existence, the frailty causes the hominid to shrivel in fear, masked in full charade.

A self fulfilling prophecy, repeated again ~ did we not learn from the pharaohs, the crusades, the revolutions and rebellions.

How many times must we repeat our foolishness before we see through the haze of our own creation.

To judge another ~ is to condemn ourself…

To hate another ~ is to loath our own self…

To live in separation and fear is to isolate that which we so most crave…

To segregate and pull apart humanity is to amputate our own limbs…

How many lifetimes shall we practice such suicidal patterns before we awaken to one way of BEing…

Loving and caring for another and all others as we would do unto ourselves.

So simple, so pure, so freeing…

Who am I to feel it all, yet, who am I not to?

Fawn Caveney 9-3-2020
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