Or disappeared political prisoners awaiting a trial in China, not very long.
Or road trauma victims where the carnage is so easily avoided and the pain is so harsh on friends and relatives, for all of whom the recovery is so difficult, also not very long. Long enough however to consider carefully the attitude with which I approach all of my experiences.
As far as pain is concerned, I found it is the work of the mind that sets the disposition. My attitude is drawn from a combination of my values and my pride. My ego requires that I identify with personal qualities which comply with my chosen values. Therefore, I am strong in the challenge of overcoming a radiated wound, nearly 3 months without earning a wage and learning to walk with dexterity and strength. I am proud and strong sayeth me from the mountain of my blog. What is this strength? Will power? Force of personality? An association of images that I like to like? I sense a veil here. I smell the smoke and see the mirrors. I am a searcher and I seek a shift in attitude so that I fly better.
Grattitude is grace in understanding a source of energy with us and around us and is what we are. Grattitude is thanks for that presence in the awareness it is love. Love is the mystery, the binding force, the infinite incarnations. It is the incomprehensible night sky. I for one am deeply grateful for the presence of this mystery. I cannot hope to understand how love weaves into suffering like white lines on the highway at night, or where it is going, but I can give thanks.
My mind is released from the fight.
Desire is a fire smoking nearby.
Fear is a movie showing everywhere.
Anger is angry and shows up from time to time with a gang out to create harm.
Grief lurks behind dragging pity along to see the show.
Love is presense, always has been, always will be.
For that I am grateful for it gives my mind a bed to sleep on.
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