June 21, 2022 – A

I am against things 
that introduce noise 
into the equation.

People are always introducing noise
into the equation.

All equations.

It is as though everyone thinks
life has to be loud to be alive.

I see noise, not as life,
but as complexity, drama, trauma.

And, I see silence--
the right kind of emptiness, stillness, silence--
as the womb of life, living, being alive.

We return to the womb in this sense,
to be reborn again and again.
And I see the Wailing Wall in this same sense.

The Wailing Wall becomes a womb,
not that it is quiet,
but that in its essence,
the Wailing Wall is about the right kind 
of emptiness, stillness and silence.

At the heart of our utter devastation
is rebirth.
Again and again.
In dying the right way,
we come to life.

Letting go is letting come.
Holding on is death forever.

And the lesson to be learned
at the Wailing Wall
is not holding on
but letting go.

In letting go,
we let come what is,
and what may yet be.

And the key is to learn to live
like it matters
and, at the same time,
to be able to let it go,
and to walk on, walk on, when it does go.

Returning again and again to the Wailing Wall,
to let go again and again,
and be reborn again and again.

Like the tide going out,
and turning around,
and coming in.

The flow of life
is the ebb and flow of life.

And I see noise as the denial of all this,
as diversion/distraction.
As in changing the subject
like we might change channels on the television set,
or stations on the radio.

Noise is death 
pretending there is no such thing
as death.

I am against things 
that introduce noise
into the equation.

And, I see silence--
the right kind of emptiness, stillness, silence--
as the womb of life, living, being alive.