Visiting the Total Care Unit at Laguna Honda Hospital yesterday, stirred things up in me, that I am only starting to comprehend now. The sight of men and women, trapped in their bodies, and unable to do anything for themselves, even breathing, resonated with buried part that keeps me bound, despite my will.
Hands still, mouth shut,
I sit and feel
the powerlessness from long time ago.
First grade, oblivious,
I want to walk about and play,
not sit and read.
I will teach you, she says,
and sits me down,
and ties my hands behind my back,
and puts tape over my mouth.
Powerless, I want to kick and scream.
Will someone please rescue me?
Powerlessness, dissolving under the light of bare awareness . . . What Jack Kornfield describes in his chapter on 'The Ancient Unconscious', in 'The Wise Heart'.