Cycles, seasons, here-there, then-now, none of these involves the illusion of duality.  But being human, I feel tossed back and forth on the pendulum of polarity.  Human-spirit, happy-sad, anxious-calm.  And they tell me that this is the “struggle” Siddhartha spoke about, the wobbly shopping cart wheel that never really goes away. 

My practice is to sing to that wobble and laugh at the fear.  Fear and excitement, actually, have the same physical symptoms: fast breath, stiff limbs, hysterical laughter, wide eyes.  I am so thrilled to be looking for another job.  I am trembling with adventure to go each day to the place where I have been dismissed to smile at those that just smile at me.

Astounding to feel the conflict, like a tense playoff game–working so hard to get to this level and being declared unfit to continue, watching the rest of the team play with an inexperienced coach, and my preparation for joining a winning team elsewhere.

I stand in the I Am.  I am the ease I seek.  I am the peace that shines from within.