Today, we do not want to hear about suffering; only relief.

Yet, by entering into the suffering, with others, we find the truth.

And the truth is love.

Today, we do not want to hear about suffering; only relief.

Yet, by entering into the suffering, with others, we find the truth.

And the truth is love.

Hello

 

Another hello, said without thinking.

Why do I even greet this person if I don’t care about them?

What sort of person if I am if I don’t.

 

Oh yeah, someone who is rude;

Others will notice me, deride me,

So I better say hello just to ensure that doesn’t happen,

Yikes, I just realized, saying hello to someone I don’t know is all about me.

 

Not about greeting them.

 

I wonder if others feel that way about me?

For several days the feeling of isolation increased,

Followed quickly by a need to reflect,

Determining if all the separation was made for a purpose,

Well beyond the frustration being caused, to a simple, yet addled brain.

 

Which of course it was; and there was meaning sitting alongside me all the while.

The short version is the there is no past,

Only the present revisited.

 

Then savored and recorded for later consumption.