Life is humbling. People are fickle. Our minds wrapped in a million directions at once how can you trust in words? How can you trust in self judgment and betterment, without leaving yourself to the wayside? How many learning experiences must be passed through before the learning is done, before the lesson is no longer a lesson but the practice of the Zen Master. And to think we would ever be the master of anything other then our own conscience? Of our own breath? Of our own heart beating? We can't even master that.
The only thing right now that is solid, resolute, unchanging are the necks of the dogs I have wrapped myself around, to bask only in their love. That is real and in exchange I get to take the best care of them that a human possibly can. I am the Zen Master of scooping dog poop and that is enough.
To tomorrow, that life will be just that, beautiful, solid, resolute..........
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