I I do not have the answer as to why this question and I have spent over a half a day together, and this day in particular, without me generating an answer worthy enough for the collective.
Everyone has been awesome on this one, by the way. On point, my friends, and as the wave of the thread has grown, stunningly representative of the potent power of this site. Bravo!
So, this will be difficult…
I guess that is, because, last evening, I received news of the passing of two old partners of mine from the days of glory. We parted ways, unhappily, in a chaotic, messy, series of events, which, at the time, was simply a failure as a group to achieve one goal among many required of us. And what it all ended up becoming, for me, was a small wound that I used to justify imbuing the entire episode with a curse. I vowed never, ever – wow – to grant them my friendship ever again, as a way of offering up a lesson for their lack of faith and support in the mission, at an important moment, when we had all set forth upon it together. A commitment. A trust. It meant a lot to me at the time, and now, well, given the recent events it means even more. Only different…
The lesson. Wow…
So, to arrive at some clarity, I am well aware, I need to embrace the simple, yet incredibly powerful law of cause and effect. Because, I know, that is what it is. Nothing else. How I am feeling, right now, the suffering, the guilt, the shame, the conflicted emotions spewing about my room are so incredibly difficult to bear, and to endure, that I am finding writing about it, here, a necessary cathartic experience. Thank you. Thank you for being so gracious in providing this space. Now. Right now. And, you see, because I am a poet, and I am a dreamer, a composer, and a maker of docu-memories derived from life’s wondrous abundance of souvenirs, I feel compelled to visit the word of poetry residing amidst the careful crafting of the question above, as a way to underscore my acknowledgment for the significance of this day.
Karma.
Defined beautifully by the collective above as to” what is the what”, and “what it is, is what it is” – I can say thanks to you all, for your brilliance, and ask for your acceptance of me, the poet, who will apply a word to his acceptance of the “effect” brought upon himself by something he “caused”, a long long time ago. A word to place at the foot of the journey forward from here, or possibly a light above the walk, to remain forever as a signal, a reminder, a lesson… Karma.