Why is easy so difficult?!  Why is going with the flow, the how, the Tao of nature such a struggle for this human merely being?!

The trees and the forest and the morning chirping birds out there make it look so easy–just being what they are when they are.  But I am awake nights with what should, could, might happen and batting at the stories within stories that the over-protective mind can make up.

Gentle and curious the Buddhists say to be.  “Fight the evil” scream the Christians.  Just watch how it all happens says the Tao.

And I lie in bed fighting to just watch my long slow deep breathing, seeking sleep.

Morning breaks and my doing pushes aside much of the whirling useless thinking.  Off in flight to be a bird seeking spiritual food.