Trust the way things are.  I don’t question a wave–whether radio waves, ocean waves, or the bubbling frantic giggling churning waves of a river.  Why do I question and fight with the waves of the Way–ups and downs of life?  Probably because my dear mind believes it has some kind of control over these stirrings.

Well, I do a bit.  I bring them here, flop them smelly fishes on the desk and take a look–is this food?  Is this fodder?  Is this for the cat?  Or is a reminder to eat the sustenance when it is fresh rather than let life experiences ferment into bad wine in my head, sour and bitter?  If I pause, meditate and just sit–the smell becomes clear.

But one thing is certain–the fish, the event, the turn & twist of life IS. It simply IS.  Thus on my Path, in the Way and I either have to go around it and run the risk of getting confused and back at this place again, or take a good look at it, using mind and heart, and walk through it.  Through it is a lot faster than around it.  Trust me.  I’ve tried every “short cut” possible and, well, they are distracting detours.

Straight on till morning!