I have the idea that there is somehow a- Real Me, and if I can only liberate her I will achieve all I want to achieve and start to flow, gracefully- be all you can be, work where your deep gladness and the World’s deep hunger meet, etc, etc.
And yet there is all this stuff in the way. Anger. Fear. That stupid weeping.
The Monkey mind, the Id monster, the Inner Critic or Dark Side-
those useless shards of Buddhism I have picked up,
the wisdom-bollocks spewed on facebook-
If I could get Mr Putin’s nuclear codes, Ha! I would do it!
There is energy there...
and if any of this stuff made sense,
it would not be my Stuff...
Sometimes, kneeling in my ritual space is a Delight. I do not think to meditate, to listen to my breathing, I seek to Perceive. I knelt, and felt delight this evening. Welcome, Anger. You are welcome here. Tell me what you want me to hear. Teach me what you want me to know.