There is no shouting me, only shouting.
There is no hurting me, only hurt.
There is no disrespecting me, only disrespect.
There is no harming me, only harm.
But in harm's way, move; in hurt, cry.
But in disrespect, respect; in shouting, listen.
If what is listened is hurtful, let it pass through
as if there were no ‘me’, as if there were a ‘we’
united by a single thread that expands in awe.
If what is listened is disrespectful, let it pass through
as if there were no ‘me’ to insult, as if there were a ‘we’
bouncing in echoes, waiting to dissolve in sea waves.
If what is listened is sordid, let it bounce as if there
were no ‘me’ but a ‘we’ moving away from harm's way.
If you need to cry, do so
as a rainy season that needs
to nurture the fields that shall awaken the freedom
that sleeps within, as a ‘me’, which in love's purity
it dissolves, a starry night sky that finds peace
in a silver gaze, opening up to the supernova of being.
So when someone in ignorance shouts at you,
don't dwell in the ‘you’ and only hear the shout.
It may be a cry for unconditional love disguised
in pain and fear, it's a primal instinct dominating.
So when someone in ignorance hurts you,
don't dwell in the ‘you’ and feel the impermanence
of the pain, a reflection of another's despair,
one so great it tries to trick you into its pain.
So when someone in ignorance disrespects you,
don't dwell in the ‘you’ and hear beyond vile speech.
Hidden, beneath layers of arrogance, lies a silent cry
that hasn't yet been seen by the one who insults.
So when someone in ignorance harms you,
don't dwell in the ‘you’ and observe the harm,
act with wisdom as the harm arose from
foolishness, ignorance over the nature
of you and me: a phenomenal lotus
that is translucid to us, recurrent dreamers
that are reminded each morning of who we were
the day before, but don't let the dream fool you
into becoming it: If it is only shouting,
why shout back? Listen. If it is only hurt,
why hurt back? Observe. If it is only disrespectful,
why disrespect back? Attend. If it is only harm,
you will find the wise action to transcend the ignorance
from which suffering is born, from which suffering is not,
unfolding agapism, love from which you were born.
The use of the concept of phenomenal can be related to phenomenology. I would also recommend studying the concept of a supernova:
This poem was written the 5th of November, 2013. Last edited the 10th of November, 2013.
I am an engineer, a multilanguage learner, a runner, and an MPhil in Humanities graduate specialized in the philosophy of poetry. For me, poetry is an unfolding creative process, a way to play endlessly, not a finished state. For that reason, I revise and re-edit my work publicly until a poetic form (other than an exploratory) comes to being. My poetry is a thoughtful play that explores acoustic and visual patterns as well as poetic forms. I attempt to blend science and philosophy with poetry. I publish new poems every other day, follow for updates!
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