The Real Terror

Happy Nine Eleven,
the day
we had a chance to wake
up
and didn't

wake up
to the riddiculousness
of the
Enemy Game

wake up
to the weird truism:
death and gravity,
these are part of the deal

wake up to
a realization:
we think we know
what's going to happen
next,
and we don't

wake up to the
realization:
this moment
this is our life
if we drift
or charge
or "busy"
or numb
or robot
our way along

doing today
what we did yesterday
(different chair,
same way of sitting,
different food,
same way of eating)

thinking today
what we thought yesterday
(same resentment,
perhaps rotating blamees,
same worry,
perhaps rotating worry schemes,
same planning,
perhaps rotating
plans,
same regrets,
perhaps rotating stories)

and forgetting
the minor detail:
this is it
now

now
we are alive
and breathing
and having five lines
and being upright in gravity
and having feelings and impressions
and thoughts and sensations
and movement

way cool
to
be
to be
alive

way cool
yes

and from that comes:
THE TERROR OF
THE SITUATION:
people live,
and die
and maybe
don't wake up
to the preciousness
of their own
and everyone's life,
until the last few moments,
if at all

(postulated by G. Gurdjieff,
Russian sage, philosopher,
tearer outer of his hair
over the dilemma:
how to wake up sleeping humanity,
see either: Wikipedia Gurdjieff
or
Gurdjieff Legacy Journal Gurdjieff)

nice
upside
to the terror:

is that every now
is equal
opportunity
to
wake
up
to
the
now

ciao,
chris

See also:
Dennis Leri's
article on Gurdjieff's influence
on Moshe Feldenkrais