The China Syndrome

After hearing about the ABC case I felt inspired.  I then thought what comes after ABC – DEF (are we deaf was the feeling).  We are not listening to all our helpful critics.  We all have to pay attention.  It is not about legal action but resolution of conflict.

I chose to look from another perspective as I feel the new sensation anchoring in our world.

THE CHINA SYNDROME

When the Peoples Republic of China floated into Sydney Harbour,

No-one new they were coming?

It was an auspicious occasion,

The anniversary of Tiananmen Square,

Was symbolic of a dawn service,

As the rising sun was clouded by a frosty mist.

Where was early morning warning?

Where was intelligence over the horizon radar?

Where was secure borders?

A silent invasion?

A friendly unannounced arrival?

As the Great Wall is coming down under,

Not as a Berlin Wall but as an economic tsunami.

I sit here in reflection of the China Syndrome,

A melt down,

Or nuclear holocaust,

As the power plant of the world becomes a smart city,

But what of the wisdom of ancient China?

I feel to sit at the feet of the ancient sages,

Deeply listening to their words that have no language,

Their garments not made from the finest thread as the Emperor has no clothes,

Their voices are without anger or judgement or greed,

For it is to wisdom I turn in moments of great change,

As we must find what is “great” then change.

Lao Tzu is sitting on an Ox,

He worked in the Imperial library,

He was a scholar not a business man,

He was learned in the ways of the East,

He looks to me and asks:

Why are your people empty?

Why are they waiting for the next big feast to eat as much as they can?

Why can they not just live off the land?

Why are they beggars in foreign lands?

Why do they not stay home and isolate to self reflect on who they are?

For the great renaissance cannot arrive through a cap stone on trade,

Power does not drink form the golden chalice,

It is receptive to what nourishes and what does not,

Do you understand?

Sitting in the position of the receptacle I close my eyes to look within,

I see their greed, the seed of our disaster,

They see themselves as the privileged few at the last super,

They sold their soul for passage on the Titanic believing it is an unsinkable ship,

I see them running for the Lifeboat as they let the ship sink,

They believe they are the lucky ones as the lucky country is looted,

Yet we are the lucky ones who stayed true,

Who stayed to confront the enemy within,

For the only abundance in this life is truth overflowing as the elixir,

Truth is freedom and it is under siege at this time by those believing gravy trains are coming,

Albeit fast trains,

Hmmm what if it never reaches the station Master?

He quietly reflects… you know there is no master or servant?

Only the universal way?

And this is not a universal studio or a dark carnival he surmises,

For we play the role of contrast to feel power or to not feel power,

For this is the game of power over or power within,

The power less reach for power yet find it not in dark places,

The power full reach for power but it never completes,

So who is full who is empty?

How can one capture the sustenance of the air in an empty vessel?

For power is neither above or below,

Yet when you stay below you will feel the great power

down under?

The Way and the Life you cannot purchase no matter how rich,

You can never represent any people if you do not know yourself,

To cross the great stream or indeed ocean you must first find the flow and allow it to carry you,

You cannot for the ship upstream,

Know the Gulf stream cannot be found in imbalance as it changes its currency,

For you are the climate that must change not inclement weather,

You are the storm in a tea cup that must find peace is not in drinking but holding the cup,

Realising is it half full or half empty?

When it is empty you become the beggar and the thief in a business suit,

You will speak of economic growth watching the ice in Antarctica fall into the sea and speculate,

You become homeless as you sold your home to the highest bidder believing this was the real estate,

Your indebted nation status is how you are seen,

No-one cares for Crocodile Dundee unless it is a box office hit,

You lost your root as it casts you a drift in global oceans of fish nets with no fish,

They eye the land of resources, minerals not folk lore, open plains and freedom,

For the takeover happened when the Murdoch mystery was left unsolved,

There was no accountability as the constitution became a balance sheet,

As money changers cooked the books,

But when the last tree falls you cannot eat cooking books? Ha ha

I look up into his wise kind eyes and I see a vastness that goes beyond space and time,

He seems somewhat lighter almost ghostly as he speaks in words without language,

For he left the new court of the Emperor in 800 BC as he saw the tyranny of the old world flexing its muscle to prevent the great fall,

He took no possessions, just left the wealth and luxury for the simple life is the journey,

He came to a border and a guard recognised him and asked him to write his wisdom,

The Dao De Jing was a simple book of musings, prose and sightless insight,

For some a Fool’s Gold for others priceless,

He Left The Way for others to find,

Seek and you will find,

But you will never find The Way until you let go of what no longer full-fills,

No matter an imagined fourth industrial revolution of smart EMF cities,

All is toxic to the body temple as it is not honoured nor respected,

Respect is not just a word we use like peace treaty,

Respect has no culture, no status and no wealth,

Yet it is priceless,

It is to stay below and bow low with high regard as “greatness” is seen in the poorest derelict,

Sleeping in the alley next to schools teaching the analects of Confucius,

To remember life is simply contrasts to feel power or not to feel power is the real question?

To bow low in the highest respect to the homeless is to discover the harmony of yin and yang,

For s/he is me,

This is to look without seeing yet to see without looking is to know real wealth,

To empower the other is to empower the self,

To take power from the other is to take power from the self,

But whether giving or taking power what remains is life essence,

For this is not a life science rearranging codes or programs of control,

It is an essential essence composing key codes from an orchestra of feeling,

It is not for sale or patentable in search of yields but pattern-able in loving fields,

For each journey is filled with courage, hope and the golden ratio,

The real gold may appear foolish poverty of no use to those busy,

Yet real happiness needs nothing,

Nothing does not mean no thing,

It means the vessel open to abundance from life in the myriad of shapes and forms,

Floating into every harbour as a rite of passage offering wise decisions,

For ownership is not needed when full-filled,

As life is the currency that gives without condition or sleight of hand,

For this is the sacred seal that the Wall Street Bankers can never open,

For humility is the portal in every storm opening to greater fortune,

And that is power within not power over which is truly sustainable,

For resilience is not a city state but a state without a city,

Walking away from wealth and security to become stateless,

For this is the state of grace that has no religion or definition for fear to cling to,

It simply is what nature intended.

He nods to me and closes his eyes for we are ONE,

I feel the tears well up within as gratitude infills my heart,

I open my eyes and he is gone as if never there,

Was it he or me?

Such is the magic of love.