Morning meditation and a minute in when you whisper:
Let go of being right, let go of being wrong.
The unsolicited lesson is plain as the bare daylight that’s new by the calendar but not new yet for me.
Being right is an endless defense.
Being wrong is guilty or stupid.
I didn’t realize that took up so much room until
A knot in my belly I hadn’t noticed before abated with those words and
I realized I’d been tossing other people’s problems for them lately but forgot to let them go.
Isn’t there always something to be right or wrong about?
Life is a continuous wheel of riddles.
Opinions of right and wrong are essential in knowing how to proceed but
If right thought creates right action the gloating might choke you.
If confused thought creates wrong action the guilt might kill you.
If I am right without desire to defend that, if I am wrong but carry no shame
I cease to be a storage unit.
And then it’s largely opinion anyway.
Let go of being right. Let go of being wrong.
Who said that? I don’t have a face for the messenger in my head.
Overstuffed from a feast of yesterdays, this body is instantly and unexpectedly swept bare.
Conversations past and battles gone by, go by now.
And today you whispered; despite and because.
Two sides of the same coin have the same worth and pay the same bill.
Whether heads up or heads down may seem to make a difference,
In the end it is the same.
No memory comes but I am aware of itching angry gnats under my shoulders.
I pour imaginary water over them and sense them sink and disperse.
What difference is it what flame beneath the skin pushes us forward?
Positive or negative may be mute where reaction to either compels us to choose the same path.
In the end it’s the same.