Icarus falling |
How I Recognize My Own Shadow
I see Senator X on TV,
blocking the Start treaty on nuclear control with Russia.
And I loathe him.
I feel disgust, contempt.
The man is just venal. Stupid. Evil.
(All of which he may be.)
Then I ask myself:
But aren't I block-headed, overly stern and self-punishing, too?
Wouldn't I rather destroy something than appear vulnerable?
Do I tend to cling to the same tired old defenses, in spite of all logic?
(Uh, yeah. 'Fraid I do.)
Goddam it, Senator X is a part of me.
And I am a part of him.
We are actually connected by our hatred for one another's opinions.
Can I let this into my heart?
Can I feel the truth of this without applying guilt or shame?
Then can I go further?
Can I realize that this is not truly who I am?
That this is not truly who Senator X is, either?
Can I experience my Self, here and now, without denying the figures in my shadow?
Can I listen to Senator X, without denying the figures in his shadow?
--Robert Tompkins