The spelling Xmas suggests this is a festival of kissing: xxx! Happy Xmas X! So it’s supposed to get peaceful now – and lovely! But is it?
My beloved Octy (i.e. the little octopus you can see in my photos here) certainly had fun on all sorts of trees he could find and wishes everyone a happy Xmas. And I love the tree-image. The Tree of Life and Bringer of Breath truly!
But politically I’ve been shocked many times this year and I wrote this poem about how we must help to counter politics of hatred, aggression, division, domination. I’ve been shocked by the system as much as other acts of violence: it’s not ok to just sit back and do nothing – or to let this current world situation pass because it won’t pass… we have to counter it with some sort of positive contribution, for our common good, our common humanity and our common happiness.
So I think I let this poem be my Xmas message:
News around the world are becoming
Quite terrible, unbearable, it’s sometimes
Hard to keep calm, to keep cool and
It’s easy to make it all worse, get sucked in
And up, by all that negative energy and make it
Worse: that energy: the echoes of frustration and
Of aggression and desperation of thousands of people,
Sometimes antithetical to each other, sometimes ungovernable
We have, have we? Become ungovernable?
Because obviously we don’t like the system that often
Impoverishes us and could torture us, some of us, and could
Kill us, some of us, so some of us return the killing
Before it afflicts them-selves, an escape from the rat race
This is, yes, this too, is the rat race, and it’s not
Skin-deep, it’s bone marrow, soul destroying, it’s
Terrible, soul-terror, and so it could become an –ism if
Enacted, or it could be something else, it could be, it might be, yet
It is dangerous, frightening, the system and the –ism
How we mirror its aggression and make it worse, it’s dangerous
The effects, the internalisation of the system and the –ism
And whatever it is or isn’t.
We are in danger:
Of running scared and being scary, aggressive, of
Catching each other ever more rougher
Between devils and deep blue seas, and
Ourselves, don’t you see? We have to
Permeate this negative energy and help
Help, because we need help, we need
Bread and a job and water and a roof
Over our head, and love, and improved
Housing conditions and living conditions and
Thinking conditions and soul conditions:
Yes we need to think too, about what to do, not just
Act but think about how we act, what we could do, how
We could help, not hurt one another but become one
It’s irresponsible of us not to take some responsibility
And help, yes help, to make this world a better place. © Ursula Troche, 12.16