Clouds and wind
mountains and rivers
A couple of years ago,
I had entered yet another round of suffering quite heavy symptoms
This time it expressed itself in a hypersensitivity to sound and accumulations of people,
I had no idea what had happened, but the symptoms were severe.
So severe that most of the time I was no longer able to be with more than one or two people, let alone maneuver in subways, go to supermarkets or keep on teaching, which was how I supported myself.
The situation felt more than alarming.
One afternoon, while meeting a friend, I suddenly heard myself state that I had ‘absolutely no interest in this society’.
It was not that I did not like people. It was their ways that I had no idea how to relate to anymore.
The whole thing and the whole outcome.
And so sometimes the sense of alienation and isolation felt unbearable.
Already I had spent extended times of inquiry and listening.
Times of trying.
Hard. And in many ways.
It did not seem to work.
My friend seemed to be very touched by the depth and intensity of my expression at the time.
‘That is a very strong statement.’ she said.
I finally decided to leave the urban context for another time.
They plow the land again
Tear it open,
big chunks of earth have been flipped over
I can’t help it, I am crying
In the beginning these feelings felt strange, compulsive and overwhelming
With the time I knew it was a most natural response
A subtle, yet very clear and simple sensation had appeared time and time again
There was an urge to look for a good place to set up a camp, raise a family, maybe
And I mean set up a camp, not renting an apartment
For a while it was there
Forget all you know
and listen, it said
There is a sensation of wonder while making out a convenient place, install a shelter, explore the surroundings
The activities then take shape naturally
Various different tasks and necessities, just as occurring creative impulses, eliminate the question of having a career of some sort
There is a flow
a day, a place, things to be done
The concept of work does not exist like that
There is so much so say
There is nothing to say
I have met many
Mostly it’s the sensitive ones
Quite some of them already died
either through sickness or through themselves
It’s not you who is wrong!
Sometimes I said it
Sometimes it just did not feel adequate
There is nothing wrong with you!
It’s in the ways
Even in the language
They are utterly misleading
I guess some of them knew
but just couldn’t bear it any more
Little was I aware that with the perception of great purity comes the perception of great sufferance.
Alas, you have to be wise. Original cultures know that. I did not.
Prepare body and spirit. And know where you roam.
Otherwise a cultural orphan will speak in tongues.
Not easy in difficult times.
With clear-sightedness also abuse will be detected, its effects experienced.
Some spoke of remembering the center, the source.
This might be good advice.