MONSTRESS

Why, why do you worry?
We are not born nor do we die
What is happening happens for the best
What will happen happens for the best
We have come emptyhanded
We will go emptyhanded

What have you lost that you are weeping?
What have you found that you have lost?
What have you built that has been destroyed?
You have not anything

What you have, you got from here
What was given you, was given here
What you took, you took from here
What you gave, you gave unto here
We have come emptyhanded 
We will go emptyhanded

Emptyhanded

So why, why toil for sorrow
And what have we to fear
What is happening happens for the best 
What will happen happens for the best
We have come emptyhanded 
We will go emptyhanded

Emptyhanded

–Cynthia Ayala-Alexander
Derived from the Bhagavad-Gita, August 2002

What are we?

"Mind can modify itself but love cannot. Mind can make itself invulnerable, but love cannot; mind can always withdraw, be exclusive, become personal or impersonal. Love is not to be compared and hedged about. Our difficulty lies in that which we call love, which is really of the mind. We fill our hearts with the things of the mind and so keep our hearts ever empty and expectant. It is the mind that clings, that is envious, that holds and destroys. Our life is dominated by the physical centers and by the mind. We do not love and let it alone, but crave to be loved; we give in order to receive, which is the generosity of the mind and not of the heart. The mind is ever seeking certainty, security and can love be made certain by the mind? Can the mind whose very essence is of time, catch love, which is its own eternity? There is no means to love as a desirable end to the mind."

–J. Krishnamurti

Where are we going?

We are dreaming of tomorrow and tomorrow isn’t coming,
We are dreaming of a glory that we don’t really want.
We are dreaming of a new day when the new day’s here already.
We are running from the battle when it’s one that must be fought.

And still we sleep.

We are listening for the calling but never really heeding,
Hoping for the future when the future’s only plans.
Dreaming of the wisdom that we are dodging daily,
Praying for a savior when salvation’s in our hands.

And still we sleep.

And still we dream.
And still we pray.
And still we fear.

And still we sleep.

–Todd Anderson of the Dead Poets Society