Civil Disobedience - Satyagraha

Scrambling over boulders in the hot sun to reach you. 

Sweaty fingers sliding off outcrops, 

Old worn boots searching for a foothold. 

You can’t reason someone into loving you. 

With my idee fixe and your idee fixe -

We’re in two bumper cars or we’re body slamming into a concrete wall. 

Why are there so many obstacles to love?

The wheel of samsara tumbles on. 

I want off this merry-go-round of suffering.

Breathing in, I’m here, my boots planted on the mountain.

Breathing out’ I’m belayed down the rocky slope.

My body expanding and contracting like the tides, like the universe. 

The waves of breath messaging, the salty tears of a woman struggling for freedom

like Gandhi -

on my own salt march to the sea. 

I make a bold attempt to end suffering.

Satyagraha, the force born of truth.

In civil disobedience I meditate.

I do no harm, I disobey. I speak truth to power. I’m not passive. 

Here is the audio version: The first is Time and the Middle way. The second is Civil disobedience . Can we get them on the blog?