I find myself wanting to lash out. As a part of this human race, I feel violated by the likes of "not my president frump" and his cronies....I feel like just dumping a load of excrement on those who aided in getting him elected. I start an angry post on Facebook and inevitably I erase it before I open the galleys of a "shit storm"...I feel a bit helpless...as if all this turmoil that I witness is "out there" somewhere...this morning...here in the dark...as a kitty crawls across my lap as I type.....I remind myself: To Bring it All Back Home...have a good look at my anger...how is this anger serving me?...is this anger an honest gesture?...is this anger just the result of helplessness? It is important for me as a man to sit with this and watch this internal event in my consciousness. I feel compelled to express this...I find myself confused...lashing out only drags me down to un-needed strife...I shall stay tuned....and listen...and wait...two inches below my navel...the emptiness...the Buddha Nature....neither this nor that....just this.....nothing....no...thing....
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