For an Addict
by John O’Donohue
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On its way through the innocent night
the moth is ambushed by the light,
becomes glued to a window
where a candle burns
its whole self, its dreams of flight
and all desire
trapped in one glazed gaze.
Now nothing else can satisfy
but the deadly beauty of the flame.
When you lose the feel
for all other belonging
and what is truly near
becomes distant and ghostly,
you are visited and claimed
by a simplicity
sinister in its singularity.
No longer yourself,
your mind will be owned
and steered from elsewhere now.
You will sacrifice anything
to dance once more
to the haunted music
with your fatal beloved
who owns the eyes to your heart.
These words of blessings cannot reach,
even as echos, to the shore of where you are.
Yet, may they walk without you
to soften some slight line,
through to the white cave
where your soul is captive.
May some glimmer of outside light
reach your eyes
to help you recognize how you have fallen
for a vampire.
May you crash hard and soon
onto real ground again
where this fundamentalist shell
might start to crack
for you to hear again
your own echo.
That your lost lonesome heart
might learn to cry out
for the true intimacy of love
that waits to take you home
to where you are known and seen
and where your life is treasured
beyond every frontier
of despair you have crossed.
~~ John O’Donohue
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What did the “flame” in this piece bring up for you? What sort of addiction prevents us from hearing our own echo? The piece refers to our shell of fundamentalism in which we have trapped ourselves – can you share an experience where you had to struggle to break your shell? What does the “true intimacy of love that waits to take you home” mean to you? |
| Conrad P. Pritscher wrote: Thanks much for the opportunity to respond. When I first sat to meditate, before any meditation training, tears of joy came to my eyes. I’m not sure what that was about but it seemed t… |
| Ricky wrote: In response to the last seed question for reflection, what does the true intimacy of love that waits to take you home mean to you, Dr. Brene Brown speaks of this in her book "… |
| David Doane wrote: The image of the moth ambushed by the light, glued to the window and trapped, is a powerful one, and probably a good one for addiction. Addiction is loss of control, one’s mind and sel… |
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