I was living life, going along, all well and good.
Feeling justified, I decided to concoct a drink that I felt entitled too,
and named it “Hatred.”
I thought perhaps if I derange and bombard my senses with it, I would
create wonderful works of creativity in a glorious, romantic, stupor.
The reality was that the poison potion could not alleviate, or could be
the root cause to a lot of my troubles. No matter how strong I made it, or
how often I partook in it, the consequences of my actions lay so bare, so
obvious,so wide open, that the drink would never numb my pain, I could no
longer blame away pointing fingers at others, could not look at myself in
the mirror, or look you in the eyes.
Sitting there drunk in Hate, thinking of the Buddha who had attained enlightenment
who while meditating one day realized that he felt anger, he turned his shoulder towards
it and said, ” Hello old friend, how are you?”… and then he let it go.
Anger happens to everyone, even the Buddha.
I guess the point being to recognize, maybe scrutinize it, understand how it works,
and then let it go, just to sigh, and
forgive.