Nothing Fits

Nothing Fits











Nothing Fits
By American Kabuki

Its a strange age.

Growth comes unexpectedly. Suddenly. Go to bed and suddenly your 6 inches longer in the morning.

What was once familiar, even cherished, has holes, and is uncomfortable
to wear. My limbs feel exposed and everything seems too small for my
being.

Old patterns vanish. Both the ones I thought were important, and the
ones that I never wanted but were very hard to break free from. The rate
at which this happened is astonishing. They simply hold no resonance
for me.

The future called me, or was it the ever present NOW? "Do you want to
have some fun?" I replied, "YES!" Sometimes fun is a rocket sled into
the future. I had plans. Strategies. But it all came so fast that
planning in serial time was pointless. And I all could do was be of
service to Eternal Essence, and in doing that, I found ME.

In my closet hides a bookcase. There are books on computers,
algorithms, logic, and patterns of object oriented software design. They
gather dust. Religious and philosophy books smell moldy from 12 years
in the moist beach air. Haven't looked at the Quran in 10 years. The
book on Buddha I got from a Honolulu hotel dresser drawer, looks nearly
new. My expensive Oxford wide margin rice paper Bible seems like an
artifact from someone's else's life, especially the margin notes from
college written with a Koh-i-noor india ink pen in such tiny letters. I
should have written those in pencil, so they could be removed. Other's
peoples bread crumbs of what they wanted me to see and what they wanted
me to avoid within the texts. Took me a while to learn that text
without context is pretext.

It was all "Secret knowledge" and I was "converted" and they were
"unconverted". It was no knowledge at all but an opinion in a place
and time meant to keep me separate from humanity at large. Spiritual
quarantine. A cast iron manhole cover snugly fitted over the dogma
buried deep in my being and cast with letters "Christian" so all would
know from which source the steam of being emerged emerged beneath their
feet. But it was me that chose to hide below humanity, to "not be of
this world" so I sought refuge underground. I used to polish those
words, make sure they never got rusty. Other's had
more specific labels on their manhole covers, Catholic, Baptist, Mormon,
Jew, Hindu, Muslim, Buddhist, Atheist.

I choose the word HUMAN now, absent limits. I will no longer be
a bonsai tree of the larger me that wants to grow and reach Heaven with
my hands and feel the core of Gaia with my feet. My roots will not be
pruned and my limbs will no longer be contorted to fit another's idea of
beauty. I AM wonderfully made.

There is no "ONLY HUMAN" or "JUST HUMAN". We are all wonderfully made
with the full repertoire of emotions from which Creation springs. We
are joyfully and wonderfully Human. An awakening human as Eternal
Essence Embodied. Its spring time! Grow baby Grow!




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