ON THE CROSS OF THE MOMENT
We would rather be ruined than changed,
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die. (W.H. Auden)
To try and live with these lines skillfully, alter the lines to read first person singular, and ponder: because I would rather be changed than Ruined, I will muster the courage needed and tiptoe to the line that has me climbing the Cross of the moment, shedding as best as I can, the thoughts that have created the world I live in, a world which is sometimes very different than the world as it really is. Auden’s last line “And let our illusions die” spells out the consequences of being fully present to reality, this present moment, the holy now, rather than continue to be deluded, numbed and hypnotized by familiar patterns.
Can it be that the cross is potentially - and paradoxically - the place and the space where we can get unstuck?
Verse: W.H. Auden, The Age of Anxiety: A Baroque Eclogue (Princeton University Press, 2011) page 105
Art: Narrow Way by David Hayward of nakedpastor.com