POEM: Paying In Attention – Owed To Mind Fullness

I under stand
You are on
Some kind of in
Stall meant plan
As long
As you still
Pay attention
In do
I’ll pay for such in deference
Hopefully not the final
Having been
In the passed
And per severe
Beyond just us
And claims
Sow gossamer a ledge
Sacred out of my wits
With that owed
Bard none
U of
As in daze of your
In the hear and now
As I right
A tone
Sublime volume
For all too here
It is
My willing
As well
For give
The ineffable scene
Wear knot all is destined
And only that be
Which under stood
Hear after
That in
Sir passing the grave
meeting its maker
Coming a cross
In attention
Out pacing
Thought fullness
Fated to outstrip
Getting just desserts
And given
The wrest is
To whatever extant
I am
End lessly
Too think
For what is mind
For what is yores
A where-ness
Bequeathing real eyes

This poem is about .  This poem is about , seeing things as they truly are, with a minimum of preconceived notions.  This poem is about , vulnerability, living openly and freely in a whirled that often runs one over unconsciously, even at the hands of those with good intents.  More specifically, this poem is informed and inspired by my experiences over recent months as a regular bicyclist, since I became car-less.  It has dawned on me that riding my bike amidst distracted and unaware drivers of huge masses of metal, glass, and plastic — formerly known as cars — is a powerful metaphor for my .  Even if highly aware, the differential possessed by unaware car drivers reliably results in them imposing the cost of their lack of on those less powerful; in this case, a biker.  They are insulated from the feedback, the costs, of their own mindlessness.  I see such mindless, abusive differentials wreaking havoc on our world most anywhere I look. Only Thing Necessary for Triumph of Evil is for Good Men to do Nothing -- Edmund Burke quote At best, these mindless abuses of privilege (privilege as being on the stronger side of a differential) are maladaptive.  At worst, these mindless abuses of privilege are the foundation upon which can successfully manipulate the unconscious aspects of humanity to its own ends.  In regard to , I would say that in the car-bicyclist relationship the car-driver represents the antithesis of vulnerability, literally protected by a huge wall of metal, glass, and plastic.  To which the bicyclist offers their bare skin and an oft-ill-fitting plastic helmet for one’s -bearing noggin.  You can draw your own particular picture of the implications of this larger dynamic played out in our social and life together.  In the world of urban cycling, let it suffice to say that good intent is not sufficient.  Most drivers who violate your legal right-of-way are palpably repentant after they realize what they have done.  I take great pride in offering my existence as a biker to drivers to help them learn about the existence of other people who are made vulnerable by their mindlessness.  Still, it is I who pays the greater price for this potential evolutionary relationship.  Thus, this poem.

If I am to be run over and killed by a mindless driver, please read this poem at my funeral, and offer this poem to the manslaughterer.  Similarly, I offer myself up in the path of mindless (and mindful) forces, in hopes of expanding humanity’s potential for .  If I should be run over and killed by some overtly force, I am sure their are plenty of my other appropriate to be read at my memorial.  In any case, wish me — if you believe in such things.

I view , or , as the primary force and indicator of human .  I view most of the bad things in this world as a byproduct of a deficiency.  Quantitatively, having no one at the wheel allows many, many bad things to happen.  Qualitatively, having people who are aware of their destructive and yet still choose them — one definition of sin — is a scary situation because mindfulness alone is insufficient for self-correction.  This is an active of the will.  Still, the passivity of the will, of active mindfulness, carries most of the day in most of our everyday lives.  I see that our lives are lived for us, as passive beings, to a larger degree than we live our lives consciously, mindfully.  The epic showdowns between conscious and conscious good make for great, even necessary, storytelling, but does not reflect the less sexy, more mundane bulk of our own struggles for increasing , the prerequisite for any life truly lived.

In the order of consciousness, self- is a prerequisite for any fruitful other-.  Without self-, we will be mired in unending unconscious, biased projections of our self onto the world of other people and things that make up our shared reality.  My of is congruent with a desire to have an accurate understanding of our shared reality.  Still, falls disturbingly silent in addressing one’s inner life, and the ultimate, inescapable assumptions or projections onto other people.  My working assumptions, based on my of my own inner life, is that people want to be accepted for who they are, positively appreciated, and want to contribute to a better world, our shared reality.  I willingly project and lovingkindness into the world, in hopes of a better world for all of us.  If this is not what you want, feel free to let me know.    	 Better To be Slapped With The Truth Than Kissed With A Lie -- Russian ProverbIf I stray from these working assumptions, feel free to gently remind me of my deepest commitments.  If I stand clearly apart from these working assumptions, feel free to tell me like it is in no uncertain terms.  As the Russian proverb goes: “Better to be slapped with the than kissed with a lie.”



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