Discernment

The molten faces look at us impassively in curious contradiction to the hot color of their skin and the explosion of passion in the image. Primary colors dance above them in reckless abandon. We can almost hear the rhythm of drumbeat and song. Are the faces simply unmoved, or inviting us to observe the possible directions of our passions? With tranquil eyes, they seem to question us. How is your energy being directed? Where is it taking you? Fear or love can carry us away in ecstatic dispossession, inciting us to harm or inspiring us to heal. The violent mob or the compassionate community-- the choice is ours. But we can never know we have a choice, until we come to a deeper knowledge that admits our capacity to harm and to heal. Surely this awareness will make us malleable to the spirit, and humble us enough to ask for divine guidance.

Hondi Duncan Brasco