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Philosophy Poetry

Elevated Intentions (…still need wisdom)

sympathy is
       I see your suffering, and I relate
empathy is
       I see your suffering, and I wish to relate
compassion is
       I see your suffering and I wish you to be free from it
bodhichitta is
       I cannot bear to see your suffering, so I will become enlightened to free you from it

Most of what we speak & seek
is causes for – and sympathy;
but how much better would life be,
if we abandoned victim mentality?

Why is sorrow such a strange addiction,
so familiar to my mind?
I cannot be free from misery;
it’s all I’ve known and all I’ll find!
       — such an easy thing to cry
believing escape from suffering a lie
unknowing there’s a firm way out
for those with patient, faithful eyes,
for those who abandon deluded doubt

                           — What imagination is this!
what strength it takes to change one’s sight
no material quest could yield such result
for in samsara one cannot do right

                           — What can one do!
rely upon blessings & elevate intention
remain natural while wishing to help; think:
Oh! What would it really be like
       to be happy and kind spontaneously
to face all problems with joyful mind
with strength and courage to defeat all foes
while maintaining love and compassion, I’ll find
it easy for blessings to arise, received and bestowed
I’ll help all living beings with ease and with grace

I’ll abandon delusion, because fearless I face
 the appearances that rise and fall –
       hallucinations, like dreams –
understanding reality, from mind,
                                  is never as seems
because I’m grasping, anxious, clinging
my stories are hard to let go
I should instead rewrite myself the hero
great responsibility mine, undeniably so

How could I cope with this level of fame?
in anonymity, no one knowing my name
in correct paths I follow
                      but I must impute
I’m no longer a victim, no longer the brute
seeing myself the lowest of all,
through infinite timelines, I recall
the artist’s drive to wield the sword
       settling instead for
              ink seldom seen and music sometimes heard
       limited proud intention
to right the wrongs and mend men’s minds
still what more can I do but mimic
in appreciation of writers of Blake’s kind
              I render copied letter into copied word

Tyger, Tyger burning bright
surprised to find you here tonight
easy confidence, phat face
curly locks, so out of place
twinkle, twinkle, of thyne eye
what is your fearful symmetry?
absent, as one pupil enlarged
brightly burning in furnace forged
what is they breath? thy breast? thy might?
so like a woman in the night!
odd & absent-minded maid
back to cold burner, you do fade

he speaks to her with bleary eye
long-winded and past-wounded
he longs for sympathy, to cry
nearly, he is refusèd
she listens with a weary ear
she’s heard it all before
her heart is hardened, scarred by fear
his hurt she can ignore
what good is sympathy to folks
with pain and broken heart
it is compassion that fixes our flaws
so simple is our part

from compassion comes love
and it’s easy to flourish
exchange self with others
with a quick change of intention
to complete all actions with ease
we develop bodhichitta motivation
with familiarity come all habits
spontaneous, effortless
removing delusions from our mind
we soon derive meaning
from the very thing that was,
from our side,      meaningless

develop and meditate upon
correct intention

pray for wisdom

sympathy is
       I see your suffering, and I relate
empathy is
       I see your suffering, and I wish to relate
compassion is
       I see your suffering and I wish you to be free from it
bodhichitta is
       I cannot bear to see your suffering, so I will become enlightened to free you from it

Categories
Buddhism Good Fortune Meditation Monday Motivation Philosophy

What follows is a lengthy collection of (half) wisdom

In Buddhism, the Peacock is considered an auspicious bird for it thrives on plants and berries that would typically be poisonous to other birds. Just as peacocks live off toxic plants, so can a Buddhist practitioner thrive on adverse events by transforming them with Buddha’s teachings. This has been my practice since Winter of 2016 when I started General Program Meditation Classes with Samudra Kadampa Buddhist Centre.

from “About

Today, as I received my peacock tattoo (created and tattooed by the talented and amazing Ally “Peacock” Sweitzer-Koabel), as a reward for transforming the (somewhat adverse) events of my summer (and beyond), I was able to look back on a particularly “interesting” and transformative (trying not to say “difficult”) time in my last decade and rejoice in the progress I’ve made in taming my previously wild & uncontrolled mind into a calm, happy, loving one.

I even came across this journal entry-cum-quasi-article I started back in 2023 after our Foundation Program (FP) class finished studying the amazing text Meaningful to Behold, a commentary to the great 8th century Buddhist Master Shantideva’s Guide to the Bodhisattva’s Way of Life. What follows is how I applied Dharma before and while studying this text after a particularly difficult break-up, during a particularly challenging time in my life, some time ago now.

This is my personal experience and does not necessarily reflect the experience of other practitioners. This experience was encouraged by understandings I attained by participating in the NKT study programs and attending NKT celebrations and festivals whenever possible. I was able to quickly develop understanding of several basic concepts over my first three years of study and practice in FP (and seven years of meditation practice) to gain the following results.


How I’ve applied the Dharma instructions to change my “reality” 

I loved reading Meaningful to Behold, because it is such a wonderful and practical Guide to living our Modern Lives as aspiring Bodhisattvas. As an aspiring Bodhisattva, one of the first things I did was change my aspiration while remaining natural (which I was fortunate to understand when I met FP class and studied my first Buddhist commentary text, Universal Compassion). 

The approach I took to remaining natural while adding a Bodhichitta motivation was through conventional work – something I had grown to despise. 

By changing my motivation, I was able to use “getting a job” and “going to work” as a vehicle for progressing along the spiritual path. My motivation had changed, and I was still doing something that helped me function “naturally” as a part of normal society.

  1. When looking for a job in 2019 (before starting FP), I wanted to create the conditions for a life where I could access more Dharma and become closer to being a “good” person. I applied for a job as a dishwasher because I thought it would be humbling.
    I needed money (conventionally), so I had to get a job. But I changed my motivation and applied for something of commonly “lower” status and pay than my last several jobs (Event Planner, Volunteer Coordinator, Store Manager, etc) in order to align with my idea of what a Bodhisattva was at the time (compassionate, unattached to reputation, humble). I began to apply many Buddhist fundamentals that I was learning in 2020 before leaving that job in 2021. It was a rewarding, if frustrating, experience. 
  2. When looking for a job in 2021, I was still determined to make this a vehicle for progress on the path. I applied for a job where my neighbour worked. He described it as negative and terrible, and I felt very motivated to alleviate his suffering and the suffering of his coworkers by taking a job there. I began another humbling role, this time with a bit purer motivation (but perhaps greater stupidity ignorance).
  3. Prior to starting this job, I had also been contemplating and striving for fearlessness. This allowed a lot more flexibility in my practice as my aversion to confronting my ordinary fears was significantly weakened already. I was also able to dispel many fears through the practice of contemplating the emptiness of fear. 
  4. My perception of the workplace was that the work was easy and fun, but the people who worked there were making things terrible. There was a lot of crude, sexual joking that would have people instantly fired from my previous workplaces. There was nearly relentless complaining from almost every employee.  Every single issue was someone else’s fault, according to any complainer.
    I was overwhelmed by the negativity and tried to escape the situation almost immediately by searching for another new job.
    Very quickly, I received signs that I was exactly where I was supposed to be (not able to escape to another employer), so I continued my work as an aspiring Bodhisattva. (Although it took me some time to accept this). 
    I had to tackle this situation with many different Dharma tools I had accumulated:
    1. Patient Acceptance: Whatever was arising, I had to first accept it. Whether it was an unpleasant task at work, or the annoying environment at work or any other negative karma arising, too late to “stop”. Using a part of my mind to complain or wish it away was a waste of energy and absolutely no benefit.
    2. Understanding Karma: Whatever negative feelings were arising in actuality had NOTHING to do with how “terrible” my coworkers appeared. Everything I was experiencing was a result of my own previous actions. 
      (Good actions produce good effects. Bad actions produce bad effects.)
    3. Purification: as a result of understanding Karma, I knew I had to continue practicing “purification”, something I was familiar with engaging in while at my last job. It was becoming clear, no matter how many times I quit a job and started a new one, I would continue to experience almost exactly the same obstacles until the actual cause was purified.
      As a result of this understanding, I spent much time performing the four point purification practice, including regretting the negative actions I performed in lifetimes where I was a terrible boss, coach, mentor, absent parent, cruel ruler, betrayer, etc, etc. I knew that I would have to engage in the opponent power, virtuous actions, to oppose these negative actions and also to familiarize my mind with kindness, compassion, love — spontaneous virtue.
      I was also working on purification of finances, as it has become evident how many lifetimes I have spent as a miserly thief. I make special efforts to see the imprints arise (desiring to not pay for something at the store, not wishing to share with others), and I remember the effect that such a mind will produce in the future.
      I then destroy the delusion and make a promise to continue to weaken my familiarity with non virtue, seeing the connection between the imprint and my current dream appearance. 
    4. Effort & Mental Alertness: It has taken much effort to be on guard, disciplined and remain motivated. I have become an expert in self-encouragement and improving my mindfulness. It was clear that relying on external praise as a crutch was not working. I would either not receive it when I desired it. Or I would receive praise, and it would not stimulate the happy feelings I wish would arise. (As praise is never the actual cause of a happy feeling).
      After applying effort to attend every single Dharma class/event/course I was physically capable of attending, much wisdom was revealed about self-encouragement, and early on I was able to motivate myself along the path. This effort is also fueled by successes I continue to have along the path. This effort goes hand in hand with practicing mental alertness, so I am constantly on guard to what is arising in my mind. 
    5. Patience: I had to develop a strong kind of patience working for this employer. At the workplace, two coworkers in particular had a special negative influence on my mind. It took much contemplation and applying of Shantideva’s instructions in order to develop not just patience but absolute appreciation for these coworkers who would do things like be excessively negative, engage in bullying behaviour, act in hypocrisy, perform less work than others, all while willfully engaging in harmful actions. I was eventually able to be happy I received not one, but many Atisha’s Assistants. 
    6. Compassion: Watching these negative coworkers really awakened my compassion. Especially working with a “horrible” teenage boy. Not only would he constantly harass his coworkers, he would also gleefully kill all the insects in the restaurant. When he saw me taking spiders outside to save them, he would film me and send videos to other people we work with, mocking my actions. In even further evil action, he sprayed poison not only on all the spiders inside the restaurant, but also all the ones outside that had webs reachable in any direction. He took a special delight that the killing would also bother me so much.
      But what actually bothered me most was the horrible minds he was developing and becoming familiar with and the absolute horror of his future lives. I felt I had caught such a blatant sight of evil that it was nauseating and I cried with compassion for his future, wishing that all his negativity would ripen upon me right now so he would immediately cease creating these causes. 
    7. Taking and Giving: I would engage in as much taking and giving as I could at work. Especially for those that “bothered me” the most, as I could see their suffering was truly the greatest in this moment. I try to remove all the potential seeds of non virtue in the mental continuums of all sentient beings including my own. (I should specify the people I labeled as “a bother” were strictly those engaging in negative actions of body, speech and mind – not those who annoyed me in petty ways). 
    8. Increasing Bodhichitta: By working with these “negative” people, it became very clear that the only way I could help any living being is by attaining Enlightenment. Although this had been my goal now for a couple years, it is constantly renewed by observing the suffering on a daily basis and wishing all living beings to be free from it, and then following the instructions and actually applying the practice of Dharma in my life. This is a wish I almost only increase when I witness suffering directly.
    9. Releasing attachment to the Eight Worldly Concerns: especially reputation/respect.
      It became very clear that caring what my coworkers thought of me would become a detriment to my practice and my happiness. They were aggressively negative, and therefore their entire perspective was direly deluded. It became obvious they were impossible to please or change through external means (methods outside the mind). If you didn’t help enough or do something fast enough, they would call you terrible. If you did too much, you were also incompetent and terrible! It did not matter. So why was I trying to influence them at all through external methods? I had to apply:
    10. Wisdom realizing the emptiness of phenomena: Since sentient beings are not truly existent, from whom are praise and blame received?  (p. 497 Meaningful to Behold)
      With this specific wisdom, I was able to contemplate the emptiness of the inherent existence I was perceiving at work. In this way, I was able to relieve my suffering of caring what other people think. I made a wish to literally “lose my reputation” in order to truly satisfy this understanding.  It felt like I accomplished this wish in a number of ways, and I endured much hardship, But this hardship was very temporary in comparison to the lasting peace I now feel.
      I often contemplate the story of the Geshe Langri Tangpa who was left with a sick baby by a desperate mother and then perceived of being its father! Certainly, this would have had an effect on his reputation. His only response was virtuous action. I strive to attain that peace and wisdom by letting go of any attachment to reputation. 
    11. Moral DisciplineNot engaging in idle chatter: I observed that a large reason the staff was disgruntled was because of complaining and gossip. I had to make a promise early on in my job that I would not engage in complaining. Truly, my worst weeks were ones where I lost my motivation and got caught up in blaming others and talking about them to my coworkers. I now see the strong influence of anger and ignorance in my actions. Practicing refraining from idle chatter has made it difficult for others to engage in this negativity as well. 
    12. Moral Discipline Refraining from Anger: I realized that every time I was blaming someone for something I was experiencing anger (or its lower forms frustration and agitation). I had many antidotes to apply to this mind – identifying inappropriate attention, applying wisdom, understanding karma, purification, engaging opponent forces of patience, love, compassion, etc. 
    13. Offerings – During my workday, I try to constantly make offerings to my Spiritual Guide, Buddha, all the Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and other Holy Beings, to the Spirits, to all Living Beings. There are many opportunities to do this, especially during food preparation.
      It is very easy to remember to offer up the material offerings, as well as my actions and the virtuous minds motivating the actions. I developed a special routine when “dropping wings” or “saucing & cheesing” where I would bless the food, offer it and offer my service, and dedicate the virtue to benefit all living beings. 
    14. Dedication: I make a wish that all beings will benefit from my virtuous actions – that my cooking food for living beings will be the causes of all living beings to meet good food and hospitable conditions, and that these virtuous actions will be the cause of swift progress along the path, to my enlightenment and the enlightenment of all living beings, etc. etc, (see Shantideva’s extensive dedication).  
    15. Tantra: At the same time as the above practices, I bring the future result into the present so I am a Bodhisattva, I am an enlightened being, and I am helping every single person at work and my customers. I alleviate all their suffering by being a happy presence and sharing my positive karma with them. I know exactly the correct thing to say or do that will bring all living beings closer to enlightenment and further away from the consistent suffering of samsara. I am a happy presence at work that people love to be around, even if they can’t say exactly why. My pure mind of love, joy, and peace is constantly mixed with everyone around me, so there are no problems. Everything that arises is bliss and emptiness. 

As a result of this practice over the last 14 months, my workplace — that I once identified as toxic, unhappy, frustrating, agitating, inappropriate, stressful, difficult, impossible, and miserable — became a happy, smoothly-run, well-staffed, good-cultured, and enjoyable place to work!

There were many physical changes that happened as a result of taking responsibility for my behaviour, changing my motivation, and therefore changing my mind, instead of trying to rearrange external conditions to my benefit without success (again).

As a result of changing my mind, the following changes appeared to me:

  1. The super negative people either quit, were terminated fairly, or family circumstances pulled them away from the job (all peaceably).
  2. We hired several new, happy, (reasonably) well-adjusted and positive staff that took directions well.
  3. A new staff started posting up weekly memes/jokes and brought in a kettle, tea, milk and sugar, mugs to share, enlivening the environment with her kindness.
  4. Stressful things stopped appearing during my shift (for example, we stopped getting orders of four steak subs five minutes before close; we stopped running out of items mid shift; the dough stretcher we relied on worked or only stopped working at a “convenient” time; deliveries ran smoothly – CRAZY!)
  5. Far fewer mistakes made on pizzas/orders in general / Almost no burnt food.
  6. I received several raises and some opportunity for advancement (that I wished for, but never actually asked for out loud).
  7. If ‘stressful’ things did happen, I handled them with a calm and happy mind, and my boss also became more fair, cam and happy in his management, receptive to ideas and feedback.
  8. I had many, what I call, ‘special experiences’ – stretching the exact right amount of pizzas for a service; selecting, in advance, the types of walk-in slices based on what customers asked for that day (disappointing no one!); space/timing of orders coming in perfectly allowing for a great work flow; an awesome randomized shuffle on Spotify that all the staff seem to be enjoying; and too many more experiences to list (or that would be difficult to understand).


In addition to my workplace changing, my life has been consistently wonderful:

  1. I have the opportunity to maintain good physical conditions – walking to work, exercise at work, safe apartment, just enough money to live on (no poor spending habits!).
  2. Meals at work or from friends, family, and always having exactly what I need materially, emotionally and spiritually.
  3. I do not own enough to be stressed or bothered that I may lose what I have.

Other practices I’ve engaged in that have contributed to these positive minds, reformed habits, and virtuous familiarities. These include:

  1. Giving: I imagine giving to all those that need it, all the time. I give material help and resources when I am able. I continuously generate wishes to be able to give limitlessly, especially the Four Givings (material help, Dharma, love and fearlessness) 
  2. Test Myself: I imagine scenarios where I have more resources/power and “watch” what I do – do I help myself first or do I act to help others immediately? Do I only help my friends or do I help strangers? How do I treat my enemies? (Usually I still try and benefit myself first, even in my imagination. This observation helps dispel pride that naturally arises with even minor spiritual accomplishments.)
  3. Seeing all Living Beings as My Kind Mother: this practice became easy for me once I saw glimpsed began to imagine the infinite possibilities in countless previous lives since beginningless time. (Key word: beginningless)
    Since time is beginningless, it stands to reason that all living beings have been our kind mother at some point. Buddha states that all beings have been our mothers many times.
    It is easy for me to then imagine being more kind and helpful to them – especially since I have an extraordinary mother in this lifetime. She is fierce, kind, strong, courageous, compassionate, believes her children capable of anything, encourages us, and would sacrifice anything for us including her self. She is a wonderful example who I love.
    Now, to imagine that all living beings have protected me like she has, have given me such amazing kindness and love… that is truly motivation to help them… or hold patience for them! Even if they are grumpy, moody, tired, harming me, or harming others. They need my help! (Sometimes that means keeping my distance, of course.) But this has been fantastic motivation and opportunity to “see” things differently and in a way that has had a beneficial effect on my mind and relationships with others.
  4. Test the Dharma: the only way to gain any faith and conviction in Dharma instructions is to put them into practice. Simply blindly believing these methodologies work without practice will not benefit a practitioner’s faith or joyful effort.
    We must actually see for ourself if practicing patience indeed makes us happy, reduces our anger. We must see for ourself that being generous to others brings us more happiness than simply benefiting ourselves. We must see the ugliness and harm that arises as a result of angry minds. We must feel the happiness that a peaceful, calm, controlled mind generates even amidst a stressful situation.
    We should be so lucky to meet these instructions and put them to the test!
  5. Reliance & Gratitude – I understand (through personal experience) that the only swift path to happiness is to rely upon Buddha, the supreme conqueror, Dharma, the supreme instructions to attain permanent liberation from suffering, and Sangha, the supreme spiritual friends. In addition, relying upon living beings in order to develop the supreme qualities we aspire to attain:
    Since living beings and enlightened beings are alike
    in that the qualities of a Buddha are in dependence upon them,
    why do we not show the same respect
    to living beings as we do to the Enlightened Beings?

Thank you! How Wonderful!

Categories
Dreams Short Fiction

After Dark

I met a stranger in the woods. The sun had set and twilight’s shadows were quickly vanishing in the dying dusk.

I wasn’t accustomed to being out after dark, when the fireflies started to dance, enveloping the path with their staccato luminosity. I nervously enjoyed their magic when she materialized suddenly, seemingly stepping through a patch of cedar (I couldn’t conceive out of thin air).

AH! I startled, not expecting someone in the woods so late alongside me – a girl, no less.

Are you afraid of the dark? Or are you afraid of girls? She asked, laughing at me.

The dark, I guess. I mumbled back.

Virgo, are you?

I should my head, no.

Capricorn, then.

I stayed quiet.

That’s what I thought. She laughed again.

You going back to the parking lot? She queried.

I nodded.

Want company?

I nodded again.

Maybe a body guard? She laughed.

What is there to need protection from, aside from the dark?  I asked seriously, instantly my mind conjuring grisly scenes of coyotes devouring the both of us.

She gave me a look, glanced away, and grinned to herself.

You’re the oldest of three brothers?

It was more of a statement than a question. Our eyes met. She was right, but I stayed silent.

That’s what I thought. She laughed again.

The feeling I began to enjoy, sharing the company of another instead of being alone in the woods after dark, quickly decayed.

Oh don’t be scared. She said, gently placing her hand on my arm.

It was warm, and I naturally relaxed.

I’m a wood nymph. She said casually, but the words came out strange, echoey, falling syllable at a time to the ground after hanging in the air a moment.

Swiftly, gooseflesh spread across my skin as my neck hairs raised.

Suddenly, a memory played in my head.

I am at the butterfly conservatory on a field trip, maybe grade seven, and the guide is pointing at some butterflies feeding on fruit. He calls them common wood nymphs. The common wood-nymph feeds on nectar, tree sap, and decaying matters, he says in his flat voice. They are brown with large eyes on the outside of their wings, I observe. They are casually beautiful in muted colour, matching last autumn’s dead foliage still carpeting the faux summer forest floor.

You don’t look like a wood nymph. I said, stupidly. What did a wood nymph look like?

She didn’t look ghostly or ethereal. She looked solid. Like the girls I went to school with or my co-workers.

Did you want to touch me? She smiled as though reading my mind. Again.

She stopped. The deep periwinkle of the full moon sky brightened the clearing where we paused. The soft moonlight illuminated her smooth, white neck and a low neckline of the gauzy, lilac-blue fabric that had settled gently over her breasts – maybe she was a bit ethereal after all. I hadn’t noticed any of that when she first appeared.

She laughed. Most men want to touch. She winked at me, joking.

I wanted to laugh, but she caught me off guard, and I started to think the joint I smoked a few hours earlier hadn’t worn off after all.

It’s okay. She said as she reached for my hand.

I pulled it back, caught up by the fact she had called me a man.

It shouldn’t surprise me still. I am one, after all, being an adult in my late twenties. But it does still surprise me to be lumped in with the rest.

Who are you, then? She queried. If not one of them?

I stayed silent.

I was trying to position myself. In the world. In this moment.

I am alone. I am alone in the woods with a nymph. I am not alone. I am with a nymph. I am Will and I am with a nymph in the woods after dark. I am Will and I am scared. I wish I wasn’t scared. I am Will and I am alone with a nymph in the woods after dark and I am scared, but I wish I wasn’t.

But that’s not who I always am. So I stayed silent.

Who are you then? The nymph continued questioning.

I can’t answer you. I quietly countered.

Will you not ask me my name? she jousted.

Who are you? I stuttered meekly.

Her laughter, like bells, sounded around me.

Who are you? She asked again.

I remained silent. I did not know what to say.

Do you not know?

How can I know what I cannot find? I finally replied.

Can you find the way out? She laughed.

And suddenly, she dissolved into the dark.

I looked around. I hadn’t noticed exactly where we’d been walking. I’d been following her. She said we were going back to the parking lot. Had she not?

I was not in a parking lot. I was no longer in a clearing. I was still very much in the woods. Very much in the dark. And looking around, I couldn’t see a blaze to mark the trail in any pool of fractal moonlight.

I tried to recall the route we had taken. I couldn’t. I tried to remember the gauze of her outfit, the vaporous shape of her body. I couldn’t. I recollected her diaphanous face, and in place of a girl, my mind called back only the eyes of the common wood nymphs in the conservatory. I tried to remember her voice, questioning me, and I heard only the warble of the tour guide: The female common wood-nymph is the active flight partner. The female lays her eggs on or near the host plant.

I knew better than to panic, but not understanding my situation – or what had just happened – and feeling very much deceived – either by a magical creature or, even worse, my own mind – I sunk to the ground in momentary defeat.

I wondered why I noticed she said men. I wondered why I didn’t feel like a man. I wondered why we didn’t have those rituals in our society, any more, where you had to perform some coming of age stunt.

Then I remembered learning, in one of my elective history courses, about some pretty gruesome rites of passage. Right. Coming of age isn’t pretty.

But neither is being tricked into the middle of your local conservation area after sunset by a mythical creature (or an insane hallucination) and feeling like crying even though you’re a supposed grown man.

Maybe this is the moment I prove myself. Maybe this is the moment I truly become a man. This could be my coming of age ritual (ignoring the fact it’s thirteen years late).

I stood up, having renewed my resolve with a temporary inflation of an extremely fragile ego.

I was reaching for my phone with the intention of taking a quick look on Google Maps to get my bearings. Maybe I could pinpoint my location on this God-forsaken trail and use my phone’s flashlight to find my way out of here.

As I pulled the device from my pocket, something slapped it out of my hand and into the nearby brush. I knew from my familiarity with the trail that the ground foliage was made of mostly raspberry, rose, Virginia creeper and poison ivy, and I wasn’t eager to thrust out my hand in search of my cell.

Even more concerning, of course, was the fact that something was out to get me.

Laughter. Like bells in all directions. Rising and falling with the flashes of fireflies around me. The magic of the lightning bugs now tainted by the horror of my situation.

Nala. A voice in my ear.

FUCK! I screamed.

She appeared beside me.  She laughed.

I screamed again as I fell over a root, backing away from her. I scrambled to get up, but the ground was rocks and mud, and I tumbled.

She stood above me, dressed as normally as any girl in the forest at night could be (hoody, hiking pants, muddy sneakers), and offered me her hand as if to help me up.

As a man, I made the decision to trust her. I took her hand.

She didn’t dissolve. She was solid. Material. She pulled me up.

She was pale, but not blue or white. She was aglow as if in moonlight, but the canopy of branches was thick overhead blocking out almost all luminance. It was spooky. My discomfort was as clear as day when she smiled at me.

Talk to girls much? She snickered.

You’re no girl. I managed to spit out.

That doesn’t sound nice. She said. But what I suppose you mean is, I’m not ordinary. And you’d be correct.

My name’s Nala. She continued. My parents were great travelers. I’m actually descended from the nymphs of the ancient Baobab groves of the African plains.

Perhaps she could see I was not impressed by her lineage. I couldn’t help it. I was still a little shaken and scratched up, not only by the deceit of the previous moments, but by landing on my arse in the middle of poison ivy and raspberry brambles. I was bruised in more ways than one.

Well I’m sure your lineage couldn’t be more impressive. She tossed at me. You don’t even know who you are.  You don’t even believe you are a man.

She continued to wound me with her clairvoyance.

I didn’t expect to be trapped in the woods after dark without even the light of the moon only to be pierced by the intuitively mean words of a stranger as if her superpower was to expose each and every excruciating insecurity I’ve been secretly sustaining.

I didn’t know what to say. I settled for begging.

Can you please bring me to my car? Can you lead me out of here?

Why should you trust me? She turned again, shimmering, cornflower and gossamer in the shadow of the midnight leaves.

What choice have I?

You could lead yourself out. You could fight me.  You could seek vengeance for being wronged. You could have your way with me.

My “way” is to get out of the forest alive. It was my turn to laugh. Why should I hurt you? What benefit would that bring?

She was mute.

Where were her bells now? Her garments were in shreds. She was fading. She was wounded.

We were walking. She was leading me out. I hoped. Her feet were bare. With each step, she left a bloody footprint that glistened silver in the filtered moonlight before fading into black. The silvery incandescence that appeared to alight her, shone from her. It wavered. Around her, the trees looked sick. Many had been overrun with vines, invasive creepers, were strangled and died. Many animals had been overcrowded into the relatively small woodlot and competed for limited resources. Growls and noises of discontent blossomed occasionally to disturb the otherwise silent night.

Even the crickets and cicadas were uncommonly quiet as we trudged onward. I assumed she was leading me out. I hoped we were traveling toward the exit. I tried to pay attention this time. I tried to be mindful. Most of all I was curious. I was almost positive I was sober. So I was either having the most iconic mental episode or some kind of spiritual experience – for better or worse.

Are you sick? I asked, finally breaking the silence of our journey.

I am dying. She replied softly but firmly.

I didn’t know what to say. I stayed silent.

The earlier evening wind had died out and the night air was still. Not a leaf shuttered. Only my breath was noisy in the night. Nala glided effortlessly forward. Her feet touched the ground as I witnessed or dreamed her morph from pale lavender ethereal specter to ordinary solid young woman. I was transfixed. She could have led me anywhere.

A great sadness had bloomed in my heart. I no longer thought of myself. I could only see the pain and suffering and sickness of the forest, of the living beings, the animals, the spirits.

This pain goes beyond the forest. She said softly, again, as if reading my thoughts.

We are in degenerate times, and it feels as though nothing can be done to reverse the unravelling of such great suffering.

I stayed silent.

Do you think you will change? Do you think you will learn who you are?

She paused in the sudden clearing.

Moonlight poured over us, a beacon of light. She was begging for my truth.

Will you change?

I wanted to say yes. I wanted to believe this event would change me. I wanted to believe I would wake up tomorrow and yearn to come back to the woods, to heal it, to make a difference, to become a man. I wanted to believe I wouldn’t immediately forget, write it off as a dream, a nightmare.

Why won’t you say yes? She had tears in her eyes now. Why won’t you change? Do you love your suffering?

I did not love my suffering. But where was I to find these answers? Who was I to turn to? I did not believe I could come back here.

Will you not change?

I met Nala’s eyes. They remained true. They were bright, bold, and illuminated. The rest of her was shifting. Her skin would become luminous and pale and then soft and translucent. White to blue. Her clothes were infinitely fascinating and indescribable and nothing substantial. At times she was naked and at other times fully clothed in garb, ancient and foreign or subtle and modern.

She reached out to hold my immutable face in her ephemeral fingers. An abrupt wind swept her wild garments so they brushed my skin and at times a cloak appeared that crumpled in the subtle space between us. Her parted lips moved toward my face and I closed my eyes. At first I felt an intense heat as if dipped in oil and set alight. Then, just as fast, I felt an intense cold as if plunged deep into winter’s icy lake. Then, just as suddenly, I was lukewarm water, running, musically and lightly as if in a stream. I was buoyant, airy, a leaf floating through a clear summer sky. I was a spider lowering itself by a thread. I was a bird building its nest with mislaid silk. I was a midflight squirrel soaring to another tree’s branch. I was the hum of every insect and the song of every sparrow. I was the woods and they were me, inseparable.

And when Nala’s lips finally left mine after what felt an instant and an eternity where I knew everything and then nothing once more, I was beside my car outside the woods in the dark of the night with gravel beneath my feet and a full moon overhead, cell phone in my pocket.

I am changed. I said.

And I left.

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And the Path is Dark | FF 2

For the first time in history
We have lost daily danger
Robots doing most arduous work
Steadfast protection from perceived external threats

So we no longer fight to live
Turning our choices over to untrained professionals
Motivated by momentary monetary gains
Unhappy lacking distraction in still moments

We interchanged dogmas
So we can scoff at virtue, instead
Worshipping power and profit strawmen
Spiritual faith exchanged for political cocksucking

We are no longer compelled to fix ourselves
We are machinery now repairable with medication
Our bodies broken before birth
Necessitating genetic modification

We manipulate nature’s randomness
We have erased beauty because man perceives
Chaos where nature reigns pure and cyclical
Revealing the path we walk now is narrow

Not spacious and hopeful and bright