We're All Big Babies

Tribal wisdom and Yin World mythology

We’re All Big Babies

We’re all still big babies,

Some of us, obviously,

More so than others!

Yoda may have said.

Baby sitting is easy.

Easy, to understand.

Fun when done well!

If, they cry too much,

Stick them in a little shallow water,

And they'll often stop just like that!

Change their diapers and feed them,

Offer them something they suck on,

That, cannot ruin or rot their teeth!

Or, might choke them in their sleep.

Personally, I enjoy singing to them!

Both our hearts, becoming peaceful!

Sublime syncopation of quiet hearts.

Possessing modest working memory;

Possessed of oh so little, tiny brains!

Littler ones remain easily distracted!

Shiny things like keys, are a favorite!

Without memories, everything is new!

Bereft memories its all new and shiny!

Without memory, anything is exciting!

(Even a piece of lint may confuse them)

Knowing less, their wonder is greatest!

And bugs may be endlessly fascinating!

Forever confused, over coming or going!

Just shouting, "Blubbylubblhydblulh!!"

May cause them to forget any demands!

When anything strains, their tiny brain!

Babies will often fall asleep passing out,

Or crap their diapers, wallowing in crap!

Because habits also involve our memory!

Habits are the end of any self-awareness!

The judgment of honesty and compassion!

Inspiring more pointless personal bullshit!

When our lights are on, but no one is home!

The ancient shaman, avoided other shaman!

Those among them said to walk with nature!

Those who mama has plans for and speaks to!

Those among them rumored to walk with God!

Those who knew, the very patterns of existence!

Those who would figuratively but nonchalantly!

Lead all of the other shaman, around by the nose!

Kiss their boo-boos to prevent them from whining!

Say whatever they wished to hear, to shut them up!

Or, get them to keep each other busy with nonsense!

Or, stupidly chase their own tails off in some corner!

As if, the other shaman were the smallest of children;

As if they were all merely children soiling their pants!

As if they were all as obvious, as the biggest of babies!

Rumored to carry out the will of God or mama nature!

You take your chances ever trying to hunt them down!

For they can't be found, unless they desire to be found!

None can go before them without a really good reason;

Attempting to do so you may not be heard from again.

They cannot be avoided, fooled, nor taken by surprise!

Perceive any misfortune, coming from furthest away.

They are an open book, that remains as clear as mud,

Seeing right through all the rest of us like children!

Knowing sometimes all of our mamas and papas,

Can put us all in a time out,

Or may even spank you hard,

If you refuse to stop acting up!

Hurting yourself, or anyone else!

Demanding everybody's attention!

Refusing to play nicely with others!

Senselessly making more idyll threats!

Senselessly whining and making a fuss!

Simply refusing to ever listen, to anyone!

Simply, screaming and shouting nonstop!

Seldom listening to what the others say!

Seldom caring the least, about another!

We're all Big Babies to somebody else!

Often childishly acting out foolishly!

Only to later ask what can be done!

When habits, forever bring an end!

To any really genuine discussion!

To our ability to really respond!

To our ability to actually care!

By acting without awareness!

By acting without our heart!

Falling hardest big babies can really hurt themselves badly,

Throwing their temper tantrums they hurt themselves more.

Gravity remaining the strongest manifestation, of all desire!

Yet pulling us down mama's love remains forever irresistible.

Even babies know, gravity remains the source of all lightness,

Know without knowing, you've got to give in order to receive!