(EMBRACE) THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE
Sometimes I am a bird Soaring through the vast heavens Watching the human drama From on high Other times I am a fish A deep water fish Feeling the pressure Looking up at the waves As they crash upon the shore Often I find myself stretched As though pulled by many forces Carrying the paradox Of being in the sky, in the ocean And in the human world At the same time Now and then I am on the cross Crucified by the world Invited to give up all resistance Again and again and again This openness is no cold, sterile place It is not safe or shielded from the human experience It is raw, real, true and undefended It is all experience and all suffering Yet none of it at all Ah! the sheer measure of this existence Who can really describe it.