The Life Before Us Is Disappearing.

Via on Jul 10, 2012

Where Is the Forest?

It Just Looks Like Trees.

 

photo courtesy of Lin Tun – Buddhist Temple

 

Where Is the Forest?
It Just Looks Like Trees.

Slung over this desk,
phone on shoulder and hands on keys
in the fourth waking hour of a day
marked by earth shrieking heat,
I’m Shiva the destroyer,
an octopus of intentions and limbs.

The time thief plied me with good coffee
and a careless hour of early morning comfort
then stole the rest from me.

What you engage, you will become:
A web.
Flimsy, unsubstantial,
covered in dust for the sitting too long,
you are a trap for thoughts
you can’t digest.

Scanning the web;
watch out for the links.
No way am I going down that foxhole.
That’s how daylight is lost.
Open no link until the reading’s done
or disappear on Riding Hood’s scavenger hunt
bewildered in the woods
forgetting where you started,
wandering exhausted and hungry.

Don’t kid yourself.
You can only do one thing well at a time.
You won’t remember what you were reading
before the first link is done.

Words, so many lovely words
shove their way onto this tiny screen;
I anxiously scan them for the sake of time.
But my head turns just slightly north
to the horizon beyond this window
and at once there is no rush
or refusing the invitation
for wordless thoughts.

Here time is not clipped
but expansive as the horizon
till I turn back
and all is compression.

And what are we talking about?
It seems there are two topics.

One: We are fucked and this is why.
Two: We are perfect
and life is beautiful
and this is why
and this is how.

Guess I know which this one is.

Link it, like it,
share it, pin it,
tweet it, stumble upon it,
tumble over it and sell it;
especially sell it.

And what changes while we’re talking,
I wonder.
Perhaps time will tell.
That’s what we people say
when we don’t know.

Perhaps the leadership of this planet,
that behemoth global constipation of intransigence
will shift as a result and meanwhile……..
Busy so busy. What a joke.
How’ve you been?
Oh man, I’ve been so busy!
Oh really?

Task: Another name for burden.
We are multi-burdening.
Buried in burdens
multiplied by complicity,
we do more than we want to
and agree to do all halfway well.

We have made a new agreement.
If we are to succeed
it will be in partnership here.
That partnership does not rest
to wake at dawn
but never stops.

Who is leading this dance?
What consciousness created this?

Awash in this confounding confusion
of metal and plastic bits
that I can’t touch
and that I can’t really know
despite all its offering,
Has allowed access
to souls I have touched
or been touched by
and how much I have learned
even if most is forgotten!

This world is open wide
and I might be wise to stay the course.
But the life before me
is disappearing.

 

Reformatted from the original courtesy of Bob Weisenberg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

About Hilary Lindsay

Hilary Lindsay created the first comprehensive yoga program in the NFL with the Tennessee Titans, choreographed videos for athletes, introduced yoga and meditation to the Nashville public school system and continues to work one on one with private clients including the Nashville Predators. She has been covered by popular magazines and television shows and has worked for a variety of publications as a yoga expert. She authored a chapter in Yoga In America, a book published at the forefront of the discussion among yoga teachers about contemporary yoga in America. Additional writing can be found at www.bitchinyoga.wordpress.com as well as the Journal pages of her yoga site. Hilary teaches classes and workshops in consciousness through movement. Her medium is yoga. Her method is exploring the language of the body in light of the eight limbs. Find her at activeyoga.com.

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13 Responses to “The Life Before Us Is Disappearing.”

  1. Powerful, Hilary. Suggest you try reformatting as a free verse poem to slow down the reader and make us savor each phrase more.

    Bob

    • I will take that suggestion. Nothing ventured, nothing gained and I am not attached to the way I did it as it's just what tumbled, stumbed, twittered out of my head. :) So here goes. I'm not entirely sure how to do that but if you should check back you will see advice taken with gratitude as always. It may take a minute or two. Thank you.

  2. Carol Horton carolhortonbooks says:

    Wow. Just WOW! You have a gift when it comes to thoughts and words. Love it.

  3. lonesomelotusyoga says:

    Make the incoherent coherent. Try to pull it together to make sense of it. If we avert our eyes, is it still there? Probably. Is it the same old forest with changing perception about the pathway through? As Shiva does his thing, is there anything that doesn't change? If not, then there really is nothing to work toward except acceptance of the flux. Then I think of the Star Trek episode where the last, living members of some enlightened race were just brains in a jar. I have my life so well ordered, Hilary. Why must you always make me think of this shit?

    • Well it's a bit early in the morning to have my mind blown but thank you for doing that anyway! :) Accept the flux. Anything is possible and then; oops you wake up as a brain in a jar. Now you've got my head into something interesting. David, I do believe you should post something to Elephant. Thank you for being here.

  4. I thought I had posted a comment but none appears so second try… I was on the phone with my brother, trying to get through messages and offerings on the computer on a holiday morning… the 4th of July. I wanted to get going but felt held down to the desk. I said to my brother…"the life before me is disappearing" and he said, "that's a great title for a post". A few days later I received Lin Tung's photo and it was a done deal.The human scale to the natural temple was so telling. This is the truth. Here in this house, on this machine, with the tasks I do daily to maintain a life, a home, a job the truth falls away and I engage in the illusion that this is the life. I know I am not alone so I shared this.

  5. The Life Before Us Is Disappearing

    Where Is the Forest?
    It Just Looks Like Trees.

    Slung over this desk,
    phone on shoulder and hands on keys
    in the fourth waking hour of a day
    marked by earth shrieking heat,
    I’m Shiva the destroyer,
    an octopus of intentions and limbs.

    The time thief plied me with good coffee
    and a careless hour of early morning comfort
    then stole the rest from me.

    What you engage, you will become:
    A web.
    Flimsy, unsubstantial,
    covered in dust for the sitting too long,
    you are a trap for thoughts
    you can’t digest.

    Scanning the web;
    watch out for the links.
    No way am I going down that foxhole.
    That’s how daylight is lost.
    Open no link until the reading’s done
    or disappear on Riding Hood’s scavenger hunt
    bewildered in the woods
    forgetting where you started,
    wandering exhausted and hungry.

    Don’t kid yourself.
    You can only do one thing well at a time.
    You won’t remember what you were reading
    before the first link is done.

    Words, so many lovely words
    shove their way onto this tiny screen;
    I anxiously scan them for the sake of time.
    But my head turns just slightly north
    to the horizon beyond this window
    and at once there is no rush
    or refusing the invitation
    for wordless thoughts.

    Here time is not clipped
    but expansive as the horizon
    till I turn back
    and all is compression.

    And what are we talking about?
    It seems there are two topics.

    One: We are fucked and this is why.
    Two: We are perfect
    and life is beautiful
    and this is why
    and this is how.

    Guess I know which this one is.

    Link it, like it,
    share it, pin it,
    tweet it, stumble upon it,
    tumble over it and sell it;
    especially sell it.

    And what changes while we’re talking,
    I wonder.
    Perhaps time will tell.
    That’s what we people say
    when we don’t know.

    Perhaps the leadership of this planet,
    that behemoth global constipation of intransigence
    will shift as a result and meanwhile……..
    Busy so busy. What a joke.
    How’ve you been?
    Oh man, I’ve been so busy!
    Oh really?

    Task: Another name for burden.
    We are multi-burdening.
    Buried in burdens
    multiplied by complicity,
    we do more than we want to
    and agree to do all halfway well.

    We have made a new agreement.
    If we are to succeed
    it will be in partnership here.
    That partnership does not rest
    to wake at dawn
    but never stops.

    Who is leading this dance?
    What consciousness created this?

    Awash in this confounding confusion
    of metal and plastic bits
    that I can’t touch
    and that I can’t really know
    despite all its offering,
    Has allowed access
    to souls I have touched
    or been touched by
    and how much I have learned
    even if most is forgotten!

    This world is open wide
    and I might be wise to stay the course.
    But the life before me
    is disappearing.

    • Holy shit, am I a good writer! :) Seriously, I see what you were after. Excellent editing. I did not see these words but only thought them and you have translated them as they show best what I felt. This is really a most interesting and remarkable experience of what an editor does.Man it feels good to have someone watch your back. Thank you. And now I do believe it should go on the page for time ever after as such.

  6. Patty Silver says:

    Kudos, Bob Weisenberg… I was thinking the exact same thing!!! Love it.

    "Link it, like it, share it, pin it, tweet it, stumble upon it, tumble over it and sell it; especially sell it." … tis the world of the virtual!

    Wonderful piece – plied, potent, pensive, and powerful – Wonderful piece!

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