Homogenous

The cynicism that stems from a lack of respect because there is an inauthenticity to the tooling being used to hold the grief and justice in the formality of “serenity.”

Feel it all the way the through with you.

Acknowledgment of the felt experience preceding the pattern of pretenses process.

Without shame separating us.

Honestly building a space of belonging for the expression of shared parts we all collectively find disturbing and letting them come out in the theater of grief and play.

Are we well practiced in the acutely abrasive aspects of our authentic nature?

Is there room for our unbridled, untamed, wild and unconditioned spirit to move in an instinctive way?

Or have we over processed our parts into a convenient corner that has softened our edges and rendered an obligation onto the outside world to cater to our tenderness?

Have we forgotten the art of bristling against things to build up a tough skin and a strong immunity to things through intentional exposure to the dissonant and uncomfortable?

Have we curated an ideal that has wrapped us up in its control?

Have we outsourced the center of our serenity to everyone else problem but me?

Where is there unapologetic accountability for an indifferent layer that is unmoved by the volatility of violence and volatility?

Can we take the punishment impersonally and forgive by simply letting it be without conditioning the stories of others into our own convenient framework for fear that if we let it draw near and then depart our awareness un-transmuted we have somehow purged ourselves and absorbed the evil, abandoning and neglecting our calling?

Is it simple enough to let it be and learn how to let it pass us by with a thick Hyde?

Not hiding but holding openly.

Even letting ourselves radically be shaken by the volatility that reveals where we need re-rooting?

Surrendering to the flood of becoming, embodying foreign energies for sake of understanding finding new threads of inclusivity by involving ourselves in the disturbance not only from a distance but in a simultaneous stance of both detached witness and involved interest?

Is there a third path at the point of present emergence that invites us to visit this with a new depth of sense, bringing our awareness into the darkness to absorb these aspects of unaddressed experience and incorporate them into ourself.