Forbearance by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun?
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk?
At rich men’s tables eaten bread and pulse?
Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust?
And loved so well a high behavior,
In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained,
Nobility more nobly to repay?
O, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!
The disunity of outer self and inner nature is unsettling. It is the source of much of the angst and agitation on earth, personal and collective.
A great deal of human activity is devoted to assuaging this unease. It has, in fact, become an obsession. Desperate to reconnect with himself and with the world around him, man compulsively and impulsively obsesses with the details of living, in the frenetic attempt to bring balance to an imbalanced state.
Unity, integration, oneness, or whatever you might call it, is the overriding need. That said, the habits ingrained in the consciousness of man by centuries of disjointed living can only be reshaped through specific action and meticulous forbearance.
Correcting this dislocation will move mountains and no man can do it alone. We need one another. We provide examples, inspiration and motivation for one another. I long to meet those who provide and are eager to provide an example in this regard.
“O, be my friend, and teach me to be thine!”