I gently offer you, my dear reader, a little poem about the unconscious becoming conscious. In our own bodies. In our families. In our places of work. In our nation. In our larger systems.
We can tell the truth about the patterns that drive us.
We can bring compassion to what hurts.
We can take responsibility for our part in allowing it to continue.
We can do our work to interrupt it.
Over and over and over.
there it is
the terrible pattern
unconsciously racing
through muscles
thoughts
systemsenergy and pain
stuck without release
destined to roam
a body for eternity
wreaking havoc
and hiding in shameunless
we choose to watch
the terrible pattern
with curiosity
patience
compassioneven when it’s
uncomfortable
and painful
to stare right at it
to see it’s glory
and terrorto see how it
drives us
when we don’t
want to be drivenseeing the unconscious
become conscious
hurtsand heals
I’m leading a class on the book Secure Relating. This poem would be a great thing to share with them!