Thursday, May 22, 2008

Why Oh Why

Why do I continue to look
for comfort where I KNOW there is none?

Do we long for a bitter taste simply
because it is familiar?

Is the sad feeling or the bad feeling
better than no feeling at all?


Forever Young said...

i suppose that any feeling Is better than no feeling at all...sigh...but we don't half hurt ourselves along the way. hugs.

Fern said...

oh dear..I know THAT tune!

shall I sing along?

Mim said...

I think we all know that tune at some time...

kj said...

debra kay, i wish i could cheer you up. is it such a good idea to live so close to your parents? maybe i just wish i could send you ear muffs....


human being said...

dearest Debra,
for me, too, apathy is the worst thing....
when you are sad, obviously you know what happiness is ... and this is great...
but apathy changes us to robots...
you are a true human being ...

and perhaps life is all about this seeking ... or as Bobbb has written, "wandering"
think you will like his last post:

sukipoet said...

But don't we all look for comfort when we feel sad or distressed. It is human to desire comfort. There is a buddhist meditation in which one breathes in distress and breathes out comfort either to oneself or another person or a situation or whatever. Sort of an anti-California meditation where you would breathe in light and love and breath out the grungyness. I think it an interesting and helpful to me anyway meditation. Actually thanks to you for reminding me of it.

Bobbb - Citizen of Earth said...


I don’t know what to say…
Sometime this thing
You must find in yourself
Sometimes you may find it in others

And sometimes there is none

Often I fall back to things I know or have heard
These lines from a song by They Might Be Giants come to mind

No one in the world
Ever gets what they want

And that is beautiful

Somewhere on my journey
Through space
And discovery
I began to connect
To just about everything

Including Grief
And despair

This was a dangerous connection
For me to make
And it almost swallowed me
For the connection runs deep
Back to my early childhood

When JFK was assassinated
I was five or six
Years old

I didn’t understand
The trauma
The horror
Or the significance
Of the event

But I felt it

I felt it
Within myself
And the collective conscience
Of the universe

I still do

When Martin Luther King
Was assassinated
It was like Déjà vu
Of grief
To me

I did not understand
Most of what was said
At the time
Years later
I began to slowly comprehend

Bobby Kennedy spoke that day
Disregarding his prepared speech
He spoke instead
From the deep despair
In his own heart

Such politicians do not exist today

There was no comfort
That he could give
And he knew it
And he said so

Instead – he gave of himself
Something I tend to do
In such moments

And he quoted poetry:

My favorite poet was Aeschylus.
He once wrote:
"Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget
Falls drop by drop upon the heart
Until, in our own despair
Against our will
Comes wisdom
Through the awful grace of God."

Bobby Kennedy
Was then assassinated also
He was buried on my 11th birthday…

Comfort or no
You will stand
Or fall
On the strength
You hold within
Your self

Should you fall
There are those
Who will help you
Stand up
And begin again

I am one