I, for
one, am sick and tired of being told I’m in the wrong by people because I
happen to disagree with them; called a sinner because I don’t comply with dogma
according to a religion to which I don’t even subscribe; generally having various
social, cultural, religious and political views rammed down my throat…
What is
wrong with agreeing to differ? Why can’t people live and let live, respecting
each other’s differences instead of berating, even punishing them for their
refusal to be bullied or emotionally blackmailed into changing a particular
point of view? I would say moral issues aside…but certain
socio-cultural-religious and political parties seem to have little respect even
for those except when it suits them.
All I can
say is that, I, in turn, have no respect for bullies.
Meanwhile...
Although I reject immortality in any religious sense, regular reader will know that I often engage with the prospect of a posthumous consciousness in which we continue to play part in the lives of those on whom we have made an impression - for better, for worse (hopefully the former) - by way of word, deed, whatever...
This poem
is a kenning.
MIND-BODY-SPIRIT, WILL AND TESTAMENT
I ensure
the greater inheritance
to which
humankind is born, regardless
of
station in life or place in the world’s
way of
things that ticks away according
to how
strong we are, how much
we earn
or even how the heart may yearn
for a
kinder way of living among its kin,
boxed up
as we are, ticked off then sat on
to try
and keep us down
I ensure
the greater inheritance
to which
humankind is born, finer spoils
of every
persuasion under the sun
if it
chooses to look, see, hear and, listen,
play the
chameleon (as well it may)
since few
people see with the inner eye,
hear with
the inner ear, preoccupied
as they
are with ritual and religion diverting
attention
from the bigger picture
I ensure
the greater inheritance
to which
humankind is born whose tragedy
is a
potential for greatness
beyond
the riches of its sheikhs and kings,
tunnel
vision of clerics insinuating
its personal space, claiming Squatters Rights
should
anyone try to move them on,
any
appearance of mutual negotiation
but
paying lip service to reason
I am Mind-Body-Spirit, a creative ingenuity
redefining immortality
Copyright R N Taber, 2012, 2016
[Note: Revised (2019) from an earlier version under the title 'The Executor' in Tracking the Torchbearer by R. N. Taber, Assembly Books,
2012.]