dear disappointment

 
Well hello there Disappointment! You’ve been on my mind of late. I’ve been reflecting on how your gracious appearances in my life were usually both misunderstood and unappreciated. And I reckon I owe you an apology. It’s a bit late coming, but since you are surely impervious to expectation I doubt that will bother you too much.

This morning these words lined up unbidden. They made me smile; I thought you might like to read them.
 

Echoes from Emptiness - Johannes Vermeer: A Lady Writing, detail

 

dear disappointment

 

your thumping Grace opened up
a view without a viewer
a life without an agenda
a heart at home in its hallowed holiness

 

your diamond-edged scalpel
shaved clean the fluff and fantasy
called “me-myself-mine”
excising my every erudite question
leaving no trace –

 

not even a shadow of ‘understanding’
survives

 

nothing
a phantom could claim as ‘I am’
or even I am not

 

you turned me towards your ruthless kindness
revealing every betrayal and abuse
every heart-break and aching longing
to be an instant portal
to the eye-popping Knowing
that is unknowable

 

beyond, so utterly beyond,
where every word is empty, hollow, meaningless
untrue
and all there is to do is giggle
at this glorious ever-unfurling
suchness

 

are you not the supreme guide and guru?
is there a faster track to seamless intimacy
with the everyday world of multiplicity?
could there be a greater blessing than your quiet interest
in our stumblings towards the light?

 

take me!
oh have me so completely
that true vulnerability is birthed

 

yours

 

truly

 

. . .


Image: Johannes Vermeer: A Lady Writing, detail.

Source – Artmight.com


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8 thoughts on “dear disappointment

    1. It’s about that vulnerability, isn’t it, Leelah – the innocence that needs no defense. Radical surrender to the fearless suchness that is our true moment-by-moment experience – free from memory and the impulse to put it to “rights” or expect anything better.

      Vermeer’s paintings “tear me up” too. Look at the way she’s eyeing us, that lady. Without rancor or self-consciousness, simply “Oh there you are!” Awareness meeting Awareness.

      Love to you!

    1. That paradox – it struck me too – as the words that can only lie spill onto the page and “hit the mark” – oh truly wondrous! I’m beginning to appreciate the magic of poetry. (But I’ll never be a poet!) He he. xox

      1. That’s the fun thing about No-thing, you can put on any adjective and it doesn’t mean anything! Poetess or word scribe or spirit tender…….but somehow, isn’t curious how the words still flow – all these words written from the space of No-thingness,

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