Saturday, August 6, 2011

Every Breath Is

Portuguese    
Every breath is yours, beloved.
Every breath is yours.
Every breath is yours, beloved.
Every breath is yours.

I give myself to you, beloved.
The self that I thought I was.
I give myself to you, beloved.
The self that was mystified and lost.

Every breath is yours, beloved.
Every breath is yours.
Every breath is yours, beloved.
Every breath is yours.

Mike Scott, Every Breath Is Yours



I cannot shake the thought (though I have acted otherwise) that the whole of wisdom, the whole of the moon, the whole point of no return is but to give your life, your work, your thought, your desire, your self over to a cause greater than yourself. I find this idea littered in the books and music I turn to get started writing here. I find it in those whose lives tilt me toward envy, such is the beauty of their step and gait. I find it in myself when I am stronger than my fears and losses. But until you surrender to this cause your life will stutter-step, will move in fits and starts, never gaining traction, never being what you would have it be.

It takes courage to surrender to this cause, whatever it might be for you. Perhaps you have been brave for a week, or a year, or just a few hours, but somewhere you stopped putting in the effort. Like working out at the gym the first blush is always the easiest. Still working a month or a decade later is the challenge. Any one can start something. How many finish it?

I, too, am a grievous sinner here. Hence, "Unfuck Your Life." We all need a second chance, a third chance, a fourth chance, a word, a signal, a nod, a little breath so the last shall be first and the first shall be last in a cardboard box 'neath the underpass.

And what cause is it that you will surrender to, that will allow you to live a life of meaning exactly because you have given your life over to something larger and other than yourself? In a word: love.

Bo Diddley asked, Who do you love? and I will ask it as well: who do you love?

Answer that and you begin to unfuck your life. But, of course, you know that me and Bo and are only asking about the love you have to give, and not your desire for it to be returned. Right? Love's only value is in giving it away and there are as many ways to do that as there are dreams: an infinitude for each. The key is in choosing from among all these possible loves and then giving yourself over to its needs.

Your work is to discover your work
And then with all your heart
To give yourself to it.

Your work is the courage to surrender to your love - of another, of all others and express it here and now so they and you are comforted, made strong in spite of all external circumstances.

To be born is hard.
To live is hard.
To die is hard.

Love expressed is our only way through.

Now quit lolly-gagging and get to it.

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