A mosquito does not think about right or wrong. I say yes to everything and the mosquito bites. I say no to mosquitoes and they stalk from the shadows. I say yes to being bitten and watch as one flys off filled. An abundant sea of blood watches as a bucket is drawn. What is the experience of suffering without taking things personally. Let me release the need to control what life asks of me... Bliss is selfless sharing, a nourishing of all life. Blood and breath are energy; I wake grateful for another breath. If life was not challeging it would be no challege. And if the Sun were personified would I owe it for its radiance?
Another wonderful piece from you... I like the way you take the smallest of observations and pull a larger thought from it. For some reason this brought to mind the golden ratio (1.618) and the mystery around it... a topic I love exploring The only thing I think could strengthen this is not ending with a question... a firmer statement would really click everything into place, and I think you know the answer to that question anyways That's just awesome... thanks for giving me big smiles there!
I know you're talking about more than mosquitos here, but damn! that is a great new way to look at this. Love this part. Funny, I've been pondering the merits of saying YES to the universe, and trying to do it....then along comes a beautiful poem to put things in prespective. Thanks sylvan
I loved it all but this is probably the part I needed to read. L&L~* What is the experience of suffering without taking things personally. Let me release the need to control what life asks of me... Bliss is selfless sharing, a nourishing of all life. Blood and breath are energy; I wake grateful for another breath.
"What is the experience of suffering without taking things personally." I notice this was not a question. Cheater.
