The mind petitions in disagreeable ways.
We stumble, are fearful, hesitant to be alive.
Perhaps you know this sense.
You've been following it for a lifetime.
It's often when you feel slighted, misunderstood,
cheated according to your own book of Hoyle.
You are paying attention and know something happens
that you don't like. You think it's NOT fair or just.
You check, you flip the pages in your book and in your book
"it should be just and fair."
Soon this modest insult extends far and gathers
like a weather front of fog. A relentless torrent
of obsessing thoughts of every other incident gathers in your mind.
You are being slaughtered and left for the vultures but
you think you are justified and right.
You fatten on the raw and wounded past and wish for a better future.
You look for a better time of it.
You feel explosive, separated, lonely or sad.
You get entangled by these disagreeable sticky things.
It's ugly.
Sit down.
Seems impossible, doesn't it?
Perhaps foolish or stupid.
Sit down.
You can't imagine a more ridiculous approach.
Sit down.
You lurch and stagger
grasping at anything for a way out.
Commit your life to where you are.
You scream back, "NO!"
Sit down.
Commit to a life of being with it.
"Are you kidding?" You laugh.
Sit down.
Stay.
Be quiet.
Study your own book of Hoyle.
You know the one.
The Hoyle book you judge
the world with.
Tear through it.
See how you put it together.
Show it to someone else.
Ask for help to build a bonfire and burn it.
