No Red Pill

By Niall Twohig

I don’t have any red pills for you

(and if I did, you shouldn’t take them after knowing me just two weeks!)

But maybe these contemplative practices are our pill.

They free us from our virtual realities,

bring us down the rabbit hole—

to the desert of the Real

where we see our poverty,

shared pain hidden in plain sight.

to the present,

the eternal Now

free from clocks

free from pursuits

to the dirt

where we sit,

this ground

that forms our very being.

In this social matrix,

simply being here

simply being now

is a revolution

on small scale.