Friday, September 05, 2008
There Is No One But Us
There is no one but us.
There is no one to send,
nor a clean hand nor a pure heart
on the face of the earth,
but only us,
a generation comforting ourselves
with the notion that we have come at an awkward time,
that our innocent fathers are all dead-
as if innocence had ever been -
and our children busy and troubled,
and we ourselves unfit,
not yet ready,
having each of us chosen wrongly,
made a false start, failed,
yielded to impulse and the tangled comfort of pleasures,
and grown exhausted,
unable to seek the thread, weak, and involved.
But there is no one but us.
There never has been. -
This poem by Annie Dillard expresses what many of us have felt from time to time, especially when we are in "down periods" or feeling depressed about things in general. But some of us believe in fact that there is something besides us, for this something has spoken to us through the mystery we call divine connection, especially when that sense of relatedness occurs through the kundalini process. In kundalini bliss, we cease to question the uncertainty of things occurring in the world about us and know, simply and irrefutably, that there is a link between the human and the sublime, and that we ourselves are the nexus in which this fusion occurs.
(Photo by Renee Drake)