who siren-sings you into near-irresistible oblivion, only this time, you’re listening with newfound acuity
to the music of fluency and—like that old man back at the coastline, standing on the sandy shore— you’re metal-detecting, searching for resonance, fiending for feedback, sweeping your coin-seeking contraption up the beach of your own lone psyche.
Foresight, by definition, requires a respectful listening to your own inner wisdom; is, in fact, intuition, which is no hermetic mystery,
rather, it requires a radical dismantling of the inflicted imprisonment of pseudo-intellectual infrastructures that have been scaffolding the last gasp of the toppling facade you’ve been dragging along like a cinderblock mask.
I’m asking if the deadweight is still worth it,
I’m saying to maybe consider thanking it for serving its purpose,
I’m saying to release it, let go, take it off, get emotionally naked,
I’m saying to be inwardly brazen,
I’m saying we’ve been running low on oxygen in an extended bender; a dissociative state of suspended animation.
This is a collective soul retrieval.
It does not require your buy-in nor does it need a co-signature from your belief system for its effectiveness.
It does, however, respectfully request that you lay down your weapons.
I call forth every portion of your little inner witness,
I call forth every disintegrated bit of your limitless spirit.
Armed to the teeth, could you be triggered if you weren’t already a loaded gun?
What could pop off if you weren’t already filled with (righteous, valid, understandable,) ammunition?
At this point, we have no choice but to empty our violent and dangerous magazines and start tuning in.
This is a call for the sweetest of ceasefires; the ultimate armistice—
I get off on dropping defenses. I am here for it. I came for the disarmament.
Let’s practice iconoclastic accountability. Let’s admit that we’ve botched this earth school experiment within mere inches of total annihilation. We’re acting like flunkies who don’t seem to have learned anything:
We still have madmen shipwrecking us against the twinned icebergs of xenophobia and capitalism.
We’re still caught in the riptide of shortsightedness: while the shore slips beyond the horizon line, we wish for connection to our sixth sense, second sight, foresight…
hindsight is 20/20— but like they told us, over and over, objects in the reflection are closer than they appear.
We’ve been driving a thousand miles an hour towards the cliff-drop of our own collective destruction.
We need to pump the breaks; slow down before cranking the wheel 180 degrees, or we’re going to roll the vehicle, careening hood-over-heels into the roiling and ravenous ocean.
Entire continents blaze while species are razed from existence.
Rainforests gasp and choke on their own rasping smoke.
Drunken industry thugs pump and chug and thrust their crude oil into the sea, already strangled by 300,000 tons of plastic-bag islands.
We got deadly viruses causing racist panics and real pandemics,
cancer after cancer from faster and faster Gs of radio frequencies…
and the sad truth is we had it coming.
We had it coming.
None of this was unpredicted.
None of this is surprising.
If foresight could override ego-desire and greed, it could be the medicine we desperately need.
How will this world forgive us?
If we can remember that we are built of the raw material of this sweet, generous planet from the ground up,
then we can listen in to the thunder in our brainstorm and the bloodstream thudding beneath our skin, and the earthquaking in our aching hearts,
and when we aren’t afraid to face our shame
for the destruction we have created, for the havoc we have wreaked, for the sheer savageness of the damage humanity can bring,
when we stop splitting, when we stop dissociating despite the pain, when we find a way to stay awake,
there will be no suffering, no harming of others that we could ever tolerate.
When we slow down, stay present, regardless— regard this,
our minds will be flooded with insight spill forth with foresight, our hearts, resplendent with compassion,
we will splash in the depths, dance with the fishes and swim with the mermaids,
and know with every breath of our bones of our own gentlest conscious potential.