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ashramas
I was a child vague in society
only noticed the pretty wrappings of society
as a teenager I was made awkward by society
didn’t understand how to make the play
later I sussed how the play was made
saw it inauthentic and facile
as a student I studied alternative to society
found that there was love – wisdom – creativity
as a parent I got all grown-up with myself –
‘make practical use of my studies’ –
became a teacher to bring up all my children
play My Part in the society I despaired of, practical and ends-focussed
made the mistake to Make me Mark [groan] instead in society:
influence the means to seek engagement
to find recognition and found myself
ignored and unnoticed
Twenty Five Years
now I must return to myself ‘these things that
you and I suppressed’
carry the wounds as lesson to myself
whether I continue to work or not, as lesson to me
love – wisdom – creativity
An Ashrama (āśrama) in Hinduism is one of four age-based life stages discussed in ancient and medieval era Indian texts. The four asramas are: Brahmacharya (student), Grihastha (householder), Vanaprastha (retired) and Sannyasa (renunciation). The Ashramas system is one facet of the Dharma concept in Hinduism. (from Wikipedia)
‘these things that you and I suppressed’ is from Joni Mitchell‘s ‘Hejira‘
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childhood & life & time wormhole: The Boats of Vallisneria by Michael J. Redford – A Precious Moment
creativity wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – the soft canticle of the gourds:
identity & society wormhole: “Darling” – poewieview #28
love & talking to myself wormhole: with endless love
recognition wormhole: bloogying
teaching wormhole: dry rot
work wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – introdepthion
In their due times and order we subscribe and partake in each of the states that wash-over us before moving-on to the next. Society’s flotsam (or jetsam if you prefer) on the waves; and every wave retreats in the end, leaving us as we started – uncertain and powerless. A sad truth, that the journey of our lives perhaps leaves us only where we started, no wiser, no happier and no more justified. But, oh, you did put it well; I envy you your words and vision!
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ah, my dear Rhino, thank you for the accompaniment and sweet words
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