Did you ever get close to your enemy? Feel his warmth coming from his body? Feeling the same skin, flesh and blood that you live in, on him?
Would you let yourself experience this same human structure you inhabit, which he is carrying around, as you carry yours?
No. Because if you did allow yourself to breathe in his living odor, to sit beside him until your breaths entrain, until your hearts beat as one, as lovers’ hearts do; then you would must drop your external wars, your eternal warfare with the other.
Then you would have no provocation to leave your home, your fields; no one goading you to rid the land of the enemy, no incitement to extinguish his flame of life which seeks oxygen as does your flame. Then no extortion would come: to fight, to kill, to plunder or rob.
Then would you be free to tend to your pleasure; your geraniums, your writing or your goats.
Then when a demon appears to you, it can be recognized as yourself, as a fragment of you not yet sat with, listened to, sniffed, nuzzled and finally, befriended.
Do not seek outside for your enemy. He is in you, waiting to be met, breathed, and embraced.
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This is so true, Miss Muse. I met this man or as life will have it, this woman in me, this one enemy this past Spring 2011. And she wasn't nice, she was not politically correct or even heeded to my desires. She is, this enemy, a ruthless firecracker: who compiled years of examples of how woman have been, are currently being in some cases wronged in our world. Working through the historical accounts of woman's oppression, lineages of these women ( the enemies) abound laid unnerved in history. With anger as her tool, she breathed with me, and I came to love her, and embrace her ruthlessness, as she cried out to be heard.
ReplyDeleteThank you dear Muse for the reminder of this necessary step, a healer's soul takes, and facing your enemy, perceiving it as you, we breath as one. On the Journey Home, Bella.