When the Concept Is Blowin’ in the Wind, Sometimes You Have to Harness It! (Heart-energy and Education)
I sense change a-blowin’ in the wind. Sounds like Bob Dylan’s “Blowin’ in the Wind” from the 1960’s: “Yes, and how many years can some people exist / Before they’re allowed to be free? / Yes, and how many times can a man turn his head / And pretend that he just doesn’t see? / The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind / The answer is blowin’ in the wind” (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bobdylan/blowininthewind.html).
Shit, now I don’t feel like I can share my imperfect, newly-hatched poem, but I probably will. It’s from my Heart for today, and it’s all I have to share, despite the earlier doubt I had about my readers maybe being sick of my educational philosophy. By the way, if you are not familiar with the song, which was also a big hit for Peter, Paul, and Mary, you really should look it up. The social and governmental upheavals we experience today mirror the challenges faced in the 60’s, including education. It also happens to be the greatest music generation ever — just sayin’! I can’t get into that tonight, though.
However, during days like today, the answer to what occupies my Heart is often blowing in the wind of my soul, to be captured and communicated. At times, Ego speaks strongly, like those in the lyrics above who oppress others or turn their heads from the needs around them; however, Heart says enlighten: show the oppression, lift up the heads of those turning a blind eye.
So, I offer this tonight, following last week’s articles on education. The emotions have emanated from somewhere beyond my Ego, that is for sure, because I am almost embarrassed to share this unrevised writing, especially a poem, and the doubts I mentioned.
I will share what I have of my imperfect poem because it was my Heart-occupation today.
Discerner of Asses
You see, I have known them
All who ever connected with
Me, every one of them.
Oh, I wouldn’t know their faces for
I have not eyes, yet I am an excellent
Discerner of asses — not the biology, no,
Rather the energy, but their ass is my point of connection.
Yes, Trent, the nurse,
Tina, the engineer,
Beth, the doctor,
Mac, the mechanic,
Chrissy, the teacher.
But I knew them, the energy was strong when they shared my space:
Trent an accountant,
Tina, a stylist,
Beth, a historian,
Mac, an artist,
Chrissy, the fashion designer.
Oh, I felt it, I of woody birth,
I, endued with vibrations of the Universe as they, yet
They, humans, chose to arrive here, devoid of eternal knowledge,
Descending to be discoverers of their own eternal truth.
That’s pretty damn powerful to have to unlearn, but
The god-awful hours they spent with their asses planted in
Me worked wonders.
Oh, I begged, pleaded, made them as uncomfortable as possible, but
They learned conformity.
They settled in.
They learned Pythagorean’s Theorem, but
Stayed within the angles;
They learned verbal, situational, and dramatic irony, but
Never learned the irony that they are Creators made slaves;
They fell asleep in Me, but never
Awakened to Self, not fully, not yet, but
I bless; I hope.
They learned, ultimately, the limitations of Ego,
Right here, in this classroom.
Yes, I am a discerner of asses, and
Those who designed me, this room,
This learning that is anything but,
I know, indeed, are Asses.
Okay, I will not even dissect the thoughts for you. If you care to, let me know what you think of this rough piece, summing up my thoughts from last week.
Sometimes, it feels my emotions and thoughts are, indeed, just blowin’ in the wind, but I have to harness that energy. Occasionally, it requires more effort, and today was one of those days.
I hope you gather some meaning from it all.
(My apologies to Bob Dylan for even mentioning him in the same article as this poem!)
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Questions to consider:
How many times have you asked yourself or simply thought about the following questions?
Who am I, really?
What is my truth?
How do my actions reveal what I really feel and believe?
What would I do with my life if I could do anything?
What is my passion?
Why am I here?
How can I discover answers to any of these questions?
If you have considered any of these questions, I hope that my experiences and writing will give you some guidance. Please read my blog and comment and share your thoughts. I would love to hear from you!