Sometimes I wonder why I am doing all of
this spiritual-goody-two-shoes business. Really, am I a saint? What is this all
about? However, I have developed and certain amount of consistency in my practice that
keeps the wolf from the door. At heart I know I am more inclined to go after my
own business and forsake this Bodhisattva crap. Really, I am serious. Why
bother… we all end up under the same shovel of dirt anyway?
But my practice
keeps my wild dogs at bay. I sit every morning and allow my inner-self to
percolate into an acceptable brew (I am aware that this is a pre-Mr. Coffee
metaphor but allowing it, the inner-self, to drip doesn't fit). Somehow the power of what we call God
transcends the selfishness of my desires.
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