This non identification with the one called “I” is the greatest feeling of ease I have ever known and it keeps increasing. I keep having the feeling my words, when I have the slightest upset ,are from a script I can’t believe. I am saying the words but not feeling the emotion that should be attached. This evening it appeared as though something was wrong with my water as the kitchen sink was dry. I checked quickly for a leak. Should I risk leaving to honor my two commitments or cancel? I said words of mild concern and irritation yet did not feel attached to the one speaking, so hard to describe. Then at Temple with my sisters tonight I wrote this after our practice because I too often have this lovely half smile.
cog of mind
slips
who is character
director
writer
actor in the play
from the audience
see
this one
called “I”
surrender
detach
words that use
to carry
the scent of loss
recalibate
to infinity
Buddha smile
inevitable
from this
unnamed
untouched
unknown
being
wings carry
nowhere
nothing
now
the less of me
the more free
remembering the joy of being
