Let the river go

I try hard to help people, collaborate, create good processes and procedures being a tiny cog in the works of a big machine.  But it is hard for me to determine where I’m reaching too far or offering help.  Weird and puzzling that people don’t want to be helped.  I suppose they see it as a threat to their independence or prowess; and I don’t see myself as interfering.  Well, I have a whole freaking 12 step program to help me with it–and I’m making progress.  Certainly not perfect.

Today’s prayer:

As the rain pours and the wind blows, so I am always myself intact and pure.  My trips and foibles are a part of me as starvation was to the Buddha, tragic sacrifice was to Christ, endless giving is to Kwan Yin.  Just a part of me.  I offer myself to the day, my strengths and weaknesses, illusions and truth in compassion and kindness.  When I trip, I will hold myself in love.  When I speak stupidly, I will bow my head into the arms of the One.  And as i go from here rushing around to beat the clock, I will laugh.

Grateful for a glimpse of me in the Tao, love in the click of these keys, peace in a stormy dark morning.