The mind races around on circuitous tracks, blending cycles, making me dream at high velocities. Meanwhile, there is an infinity of scenarios and possibilities taking place outside of myself, out there, a bit in you, a bit around you, and the rest is usually divided amongst the rest of creation, as life flows through each and everyone, and even the toughest rocks get their share.
Yet, we get caught in our own little labyrinthine microcosmic words, you know the ones that are born in our heads, to be sustained by our hearts, full of affairs so large they dwarf everything else, and with lots of practice, we become experts turning the smallest grains of sand into immovable mountains.
Why do we do this? And how can we stop? But, most importantly, are we willing to change? Die hard habits are a bit tricky to deal with, much like substance abuse, and I am talking about the heavier stuff here, i.e. requiring group support, time-off, eye opening major life events. And even then, the recovery is still a shaky affair, and the precipice a few inches from your toes.
Yet, the teacher comes and goes, a bit clumsy in his drunkenness, singing, "Life is play, Life is a sand dune, always moving, always shifting, always, always. Why do you go on fighting, and struggling, and being so serious about building your temples on sand, I just don't know. Go play, and stop suffering. Life is play. Life is a wave that comes over and over to flatten your castles in a playful way."
Be well, and if you see the teacher, run the other way, avoid him like the dark plague, don't give him a chance, don't let him lull into believing in his playful ways, or he'll pester you for the rest of your life. Then again, there is always worst.
An unruly disciple
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