William Stafford: A Ritual to Read to Each Other

Robert Beatty read this poem by William Stafford this morning during his teaching at our spiritual community at Portland Insight Meditation Community (PIMC — http://www.portlandinsight.org/). This one always touches my heart so deeply. And I wept. And I also bow in gratitude for each teaching, each moment, each experience of ah-ah! — this is it! This is what breaks my heart open. This is truth and love and wisdom that feeds my soul. Blessed be. May we all courageously seek to remember what we may have have forgotten and cherish and nourish what it is to embody an Awakening Heart. — Molly

 

 

A Ritual to Reach to Each Other

 

If you don't know the kind of person I am

and I don't know the kind of person you are

a pattern that others made may prevail in the world

and following the wrong god home we may miss our star.

For there is many a small betrayal in the mind,

a shrug that lets the fragile sequence break

sending with shouts the horrible errors of childhood

storming out to play through the broken dike.

And as elephants parade holding each elephant's tail,

but if one wanders the circus won't find the park,

I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty

to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.

And so I appeal to a voice, to something shadowy,

a remote important region in all who talk:

though we could fool each other, we should consider—

lest the parade of our mutual life get lost in the dark.

For it is important that awake people be awake,

or a breaking line may discourage them back to sleep;

the signals we give — yes or no, or maybe —

should be clear: the darkness around us is deep.

 

— William Stafford