Memory & Desire

There’s no reward for passion, or other forms of vanity.
Glory has gone out of fashion. Cowardice is sanity.

Bold men squander energy. Wise men hide their lust.
Lovers exploit destiny. God protects the just.

We’re men in the middle, torn by memory and desire.
We’re not pagan nor Christian, oracles or liars.
Gray is the riddle for men in the middle.

Go down where the peach tree blooms, through the sunny pasture.
In a house of many rooms, Freedom has been captured.
See her writhing where she croons her endless Song of Rapture.
In a house of many grooms, I would be her Master.

Dissatisfied by satisfaction never guaranteed.
Pay attention when distractions masquerade as needs.

Daily lies to see us through leave us cold and bare.
Day-to-day and me-to-you are burdens we shall bear.

We’re men in the middle, torn by memory and desire.
We’re not pagan nor Christian, oracles or liars.
Gray is the riddle for men in the middle.

Copyright 2006 NADJA MUSIC Reinaldo García
April 20, 1981 Gualala, CA

Memory and desire

In 1981, as I was defecting from my Mendocino County-based Gurdjieff group, I wrote this farewell, which derives from Gurdjieff's contention that the Man-Who-Is-Awake and the Man-Who-Is-Asleep are equally, peacefully blessed. The man who really suffers, according to Gurdjieff, is the Man-In-Transition, “the man between the two chairs’: “We’re men in the middle/ Torn by memory & desire/ We’re not pagan nor Christian/ Oracles or liars/ Gray is the riddle/ For men in the middle.”

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