July 12-C, 2022

It would be easier to be a sand dune,
or a mountain range.
Nothing to do but sit there and take it.
Let the wind blow you where it will.
Nothing to strive for,
fear,
desire,
dread...

Life presents a completely different set
of problems.

We wonder when is the best time to do what?
Worry about being graded.
Tested.
Succeeding.
Failing.
What to eat?
Where to sleep?
What to do for a living?
How do we know?

Emptiness,
stillness,
silence
close some doors
and open others.

They open doors to knowing
that have nothing to do with thinking,
reasoning,
logic,
analytics,
code,
calculus,
physics,
etc.,
and everything to do with
instinct,
intuition,
body-mind,
psyche-mind,
and turning ourselves over
to that-which-knows-more-than-we-do,
like what it is time for
and what it is not time for,
and being right about it.

Are we better off there?
Better off how?
For how long?

Who do we trust our future to?
Who is guiding our boat
on its path through the sea?
Who knows more than we do?
How do we put ourselves in its service
and trust ourselves to its way
of divining the way?

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