“Normal Neurosis” –
that’s what they call it.
It seems that everyone these days
is some degree of crazy.
She was a little crazy too, but unlike
most, she was not in conflict
with her craziness.
One can occupy a body-mind organism
with its thoughts, emotions, sensations,
and memories, but still not assume
a fixed and enduring identity.
Even though everyone is dreaming, it is
still possible to be awake within the dream,
to recognize that it really is just a dream.
She didn’t get caught up in distinctions,
she just cared deeply for the small beings
who came to her and showed their wounds.
She had endured her own wounds, and so
she understood, she heard their cries
and refused to turn away.
In this way, her own hard pain became
meaningful, a vivid portal to the birth
of compassion, and only in that way
could she bear the crazy dream.
She stands in the midst of it,
she doesn’t turn away.