I feel that I've written this poem a dozen times before. It's a message I want to send myself, and myself, through long habit, has trouble hearing it.
Sometimes I don’t understand what I’ve done
I make no sense, especially to me.
And yet I want to analyze, to see
My actions as in accord with reason.
Is curiosity a mask for fear?
Is reason just a raft to which I cling?
Were I less apprehensive, would I fling
My boat into the wind, no need to steer?
My intellect counsels, “trust destiny —
The universe knows far better than I.”
It undermines its own authority.
It’s telling me to let my passions fly.
My heart connects to Dao, it’s trustworthy
Compared to factors brain might quantify.
Josh, I happen upon your poem right after I have unwrapped this:
We're talking about shifts and breakthroughs in thinking that happen in dynamic facilitation and then people can lose what they accessed when they go back into their lives.... "because it's state dependent" our colleague offers.
I've been riding this around on my bicycle and find myself distilling; that IS what we're dealing with when people go home and "forget." It's 'recidivism,' a word usually applied to crime / prisons and prisoners, but here applied to states of consciousness, defaults, and grooved ruts in thinking.
So part of what we need to bring awareness to is that we blink on and off, in relation to a new state we touched in on, unless and until we are able to re-stabilize, attuned to that new state.
recidivism
/rĭ-sĭd′ə-vĭz″əm/
noun
The repeating of or returning to former [state] behavior.
The state or quality of being recidivous; relapse.
Similar: relapse
Josh pondered: "Is curiosity a mask for fear?"
Intellectualization is a pretty healthy defense mechanism; seeking to understand the threats...