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| An old screenshot I found |
I started today off like a champ (albeit a pathetic version). I shredded three years worth of demands and warrants for excise tax bills I had paid and kept in a filing cabinet for five years. I extracted all of the articles, photos, and memories from yesterday that I've hidden around my life like acorns in a tree. I put them all in their respective piles. It is wintertime, and I am hungry. I woke up one morning and I realized I had everything I wanted. All of my attainable dreams had come true. Good job (title) in a field I love (because I have accepted my life as a frustrated artist); working in a town on the Maine coast (with no money for a boat); big beautiful dog (who bites), stone fur cat who's perfect (but I can't get ride of his fleas), a handsome, intelligent, caring, funny boyfriend who makes me feel like a queen (who's broke in the middle of pass due 180).
Fresh air (dukkha), blue sky (dukkha), sweet flower (dukkha)
Mama hug (dukkha) papa kiss (dukkha) siblings laugh together (dukkha)
How can I stop this dance (without trying). I
Have
Every
Piece
Except Me
Sh-t!
There it goes again.
_________
It really is
five
easy pieces
I hope that's not a porn movie....
I think it has Jack Nicholson in it...
and if it doesn't, well, they screwed up...
He's in the book I've been reading since August...
McMurphy, except I think McMurphy's more broad chested,
Like Buzz Light Year....
I look forward to the new year.
Sweeping up the detritus and dust of my past, so I can hunker down and figure out which direction I should decimate now. But maybe as I walk through the debris it will clean the dukkha off the bottom of these shoes. i would love to walk a mile in dukkhaless shoes. Take a walk with me.
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