We don’t have much time. And I waste so much of it. I eagerly follow thoughts of envy, fear, judgment, powerlessness, lack and uncertainty. Yet my entire life is suffused with peace, beauty, music, privilege, time, love, opportunity, awareness, kindness, plenty, stability.
I’m sitting in the lap of god, oblivious. I hear my sleepless spirit whining, sniveling, lonely, tired, and resentful; thirsty in an ocean of milk.
Not one more year wasted in fearful wanting. Not one more day of sad thoughts. Not one more moment of this. No more.
