My Tribe

by Alberto Blanco

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From lake to lake,
from forest to forest:
“Which is my tribe?”
—I wonder—
“What is my place?”

Perhaps I belong to the tribe
of those who have no tribe;
or to the tribe of black sheep;
or to a tribe whose ancestors come from the future:
a tribe about to . . . arrive!

But if I absolutely must choose
—I tell myself—
let it be a large tribe;
let it be a mighty tribe;
a tribe in which no one
is left outside the tribe,
in which everyone—
everything and always—
has a sacred place.

I do not mean a human tribe.
I do not mean a planetary tribe.
I do not even mean a universal tribe.

I am speaking of a tribe that cannot be spoken of.

A tribe that has existed always,
yet whose existence has not been proven.

A tribe that has never existed,
but whose existence
we can even now make real.
(Thanks to my daughter Audrey for help in this translation.)

Re-blogged from

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/uucollective/2015/04/my-tribe-by-alberto-blanco-a-way-to-belong/

What’s Not Our Business

from THE HANDBOOK by Epictetus
(an adaptation of The Enchiridion)
Some things we can do,
some things we can’t.

We control our opinions,
desires, aversions, and—
to be plain—our own affairs.

We do not control our bodies,
our things, our reputation
(what others think of us).
To be plain—those things
are none of our affair.

What happens when you try
to take power over what you
have no power over? Can
you say “frustration”?
Complaints Bother. Finding
fault with everything.
Take power over what
you have power over.
Then there’s no resistance.
No “no.” You won’t get hurt.

Just keep in mind what
you have power over.

Don’t cross the line.
If you forget—if you
go looking for money
and power—you might
get hurt. At any rate
you will miss what’s
important: happiness.

Freedom.

Listen: learn what illusion looks like.
Learn to say, “Hey, you’re an illusion.”
Learn to ask: What’s in my power?

If it’s not, forget about it.