Dissent

Who are you
to define life?

You
whose ability to ponder such questions
was bestowed by Life itself
a power older than stars
mightier than a million suns
extended over distance so vast
our infant mammal minds
cannot even grasp.

Our entire species
is but a speck of newborn plankton
swirling in the belly of an ancient whale
gliding free
in an infinite sea.
You seek to pervert grand truth
into feeble fiction
to make you seem
significant.

Blasphemer!
Your god is too small.
You dare to speak for giants.
You do not know your place.

You are like a toddler
who dons a cape
of worn flannel blanket
and gestures with his tiny hand
declaring himself king
over all the land
which is but one cell
in the bowels
of a majestic behemoth.

You fancy yourself noble knight
when you are but desperate conqueror
unwelcome colonizer
who sees only what appears
through the narrow slit
in your iron helmet.

Hypocrite!
You are like a jealous father
who imposes vain rules
on his wiser children
he himself will not obey.

You deign to define Life
as mere cells in my womb
when you have committed 1000 murders
by breakfast.
Death drips on your fork.
Death enrobes your feet and
encircles your waist.
Death cradles your haunches
and launches from your forefinger.
Death infects your eye sockets
and leaves your door in body bags.

Who are you
to decide life?

I know your secret.
You are terrified.
You have glimpsed behind the veil.
You witnessed a power
you can neither command nor wield.
But you will try, anyway
and hope your puny form
will cast a great shadow on the cave wall
that others
will believe and heed.

But I see you.
I see through smoke and sleight of hand.
You are neither king nor knight.
You are no mouthpiece for the divine.
This is not your domain.

You
are only
a man.

© S. Rinderle, June 2022

Photo: Wicca Magazine

False idols

Disbelieve your gurus.
They are no more enlightened
than you.
The monsters haunting their closets
are the same
that torture your nights.
They are just as addicted to fear,
just as prone
to peddling tired platitudes
for weary coin,
just as recklessly controlling
and un(w)holy.

They will gesture towards justice with one hand
and grab your ass with the other.
Their lips will adorn peace and equity one minute
and spew fetid hatred the next.
They will perform calm and virtue
while secretly gnawing off their own hands
with vice.
They are just as afflicted as we
by the virus of decline
and narrow self-preservation—
their ability to name it
doesn’t make them
immune.

Disbelieve your gurus.
Placing faith and power
in an external god
—whether human or deity—
is an old-world custom
gasping its last.
Divinity and Wisdom
have always resided in you.
Stop questing for that
which was always waiting patiently
at home.
Stop searching and listen
within.

© S. Rinderle, June 2021

Image: https://www.hinduwebsite.com

“My Own Private Desert Oasis,” by guest writer Susana Rinderle – Who but You? living alone series

It’s been an honor and a personal growth journey to participate in this series by my friend and fellow writer Kimberlee Adonna. Enjoy!

Who but You?

My front garden on Mothers' Day 2014.  Photo credit:  the author My front garden on Mothers’ Day 2014.
Photo credit: the author

Why live alone?

I live alone because I love having my own private oasis where I can be myself 100% and have complete control over my environment.  I highly value beauty and a reasonable amount of order, so living alone means no one messes up or pollutes my space in any way (without my permission).  I also live alone because I haven’t yet found my Beloved with whom to share my oasis!

Managing stress and staying grounded

During times of stress, I typically reach out to my sister and close friends/members of “my tribe” for support, advice or venting.  I journal and put helpful thoughts and images on my visioning walls.  I do self care:  napping, watching a movie, taking a bath, exercising, digging in the dirt, laying in the grass, hugging a tree (really) etc.  The earth…

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