POEM: Serendipity and Dippity Doo

On occasions
I find it easy
To believe
In sarin gas
And dippity doo
Rather than
These are not special occasions

While many of my have an edge to them, my body of is decidedly hopeful.  This poem reflects on the way too easy response in to be or even cruel.  It seems that the “reptilian” deep part of our brain that responds to immediate threats with “fight of flight” is a default mechanism that is triggered, and acted upon, unless higher functions override it.  When confronted with or , a first response is often to strike back (fight) or avoid (flight).  In an unreflective reflex to large, institutional or , the “sarin gas” option feels good, to strike back and hurt when hurt.  Fortunately, such actions are rarely converted to action!  More commonly, avoidance is practiced by burying ourselves in simple or distraction — thus, the dippity doo (for those who may not get the reference, dippity doo is a hair gel).  Each of these fight or flight responses is contrasted with “,” a playful , and a lucky or pleasant surprise.  This is a call to live in a place that is more luminous, patient, and generous — to live in the presence of a higher that is beneficent and -giving.  This may seem namby-pamby or a cop-out to some, but it is actually a place of being from which right action emanates.  With rather than and hurt, we can de-link our actions from simple fight or flight responses and transcend to a higher level of action.  Of course, allowing for reflective mental processing is essential for finding a third way, out of “reptilian” action-reaction.  When the instantaneously “easy” way is taken, and the “reptilian” brain runs our lives, “These are not special occasions.”

To learn, adapt, and grow, we need to be open to that which is new.  Humans have a special of conscious and will or intent to aim and frame our experiences with a chosen .  More simply put: expect to be pleasantly surprised.  Certainly, we are animals.  But more importantly, we are so much more than animals!

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