Angels

Angels

We were born with our genetics, and our bodies, and our brains
And we were conditioned to shame and compare and beat one another for the superficial conditions of our existence.
The little ways we survived in the world, and we grew accustomed to numbing the pain, or living out a story, or abusing others for our own relief.
We could believe that we are the victims of circumstance and we are caught in an endless cycle of cause and effect.
We could believe we are the endless drum of a world that keeps on marching, a runaway thought that never ceases.
There is some comfort in the way it all seems, and the predictability, the inevitability, the infallable nature of all of it.
And there is tremendous difficulty in pulling apart the layers of the ego, assembling the pieces together, seeing a whole complex person.
It takes months, or years, or a lifetime, and some of us will never succeed. You could argue if it is a worthwhile effort.
If you are lucky, you will encounter a mirror, a soul who will enter your life and help you see who you are more clearly.
And when we realize this, we turn into a serpent, hissing at the raw sight of ourselves in full visibility. We are naked with no notice, no warning.
In this moment, we can see the truth, and we turn to defenses, or attacks, as the adrenaline rushes and we seek programmed response.
Imagine meeting this moment with radical acceptance and understanding of each others complex condition, inextricable from the nature and nurture, the genetics and the walked experience of each of us that makes us this human form.
We are afraid of this very humanity, that ironically, is the biggest antidote to our collective misery. The shared experience, shared condition that supersedes any feeling of superiority or inferiority or pride or shame.
Beyond the veil of our collective judgment and shame is the opportunity for radical acceptance. For curiosity instead of fear, for recognition that all is divine...
the imperfect, angels.