Men Talk Poetry - April/May 2002

SPRING I am spending my days of late close to tears. I walk through the street and I see darkness, in my studio, self-torture. We have in this world the keys to heaven. Yet with the power of ultimate co-creation, the world we make is barren. We walk backwards through time. So attached to pain are we, that what we create is poverty and war. Taught to us by our forefathers, we become zombies shuffling through the desert of sorrow, unable to feel all but the worry of our creation. My dad told me today that the exorbitant insurance I pay is a good thing and to never have to receive the money back is the best there is. This is what we wanted in our world, not the garden promised us by stories of old. Well I truly desire to feel again life spring prosperous around me. The pain of my separation from god and our fall into dark ignorance no longer suits me. Yet it is amazing the power of human attachment. A ceaseless commitment to doing the "Work" is all I have to hold. It is the only prayer of hope for me. To remember hurts, yet it is what we have to remind us of the precious life and the fragility of the small sparkle of beauty. Remember. Remember. Remember. Remember that we are stuck in a loop of our own making. To bravely seek the loop is to begin the path to freedom. To truly see it is a gift. Yet there will be another loop, and after it another. Remember as we clear our own path others will see us and want the same. Remember brothers, that we have a small tool to save the world one man at a time. Spring is coming and soon we will have the opportunity to be the midwives for men long asleep and alone. Now is the time. Life is sweetened by risk. - © 2002 Chris Wunderlich