Waltzing Horses: Don't Touch The Knob

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Don't Touch The Knob

After spending a remarkable morning with the group at DISHA, so much love, enthusiasm, and compassion from the team and the children--how does one adjust to what is viewed while driving home? At one stop sign, there was a woman who had her children doing gymnastics on the street in between the cars asking for money. The next stop light, there were two young girls without shirts, filthy, bedraggled hair, no shoes weaving in between the vehicles asking for money. The third stopping point, there were two boys playing instruments with painted faces who were asking for money. The list goes on. There was a dead, bloodied cat in the road which high-sided one wheel as we drove over it. As I stepped out of the auto-rickshaw upon reaching "home" there was a half eaten dog carcass on the street.

Do I just hide and never come out? The room isn't even a retreat. The home owner's decided that one section of the bathroom wall wasn't clean enough (soap residue) even though their enclosed bathrooms constantly smell of urine, so one has to hold their breath while exiting out the door. All of it is minor relative to the big picture, but forget logic.

Is this the process to stabilize in an open heart under any and all conditions? Keeps increasing the highs and lows until something completely fractures and insanity or internal peace is reached? Someone mentioned 5 years to burn through the karma to reach peace and when I almost fainted, "Five years of this?????" there was a possibility of 2. Strategy? I sat with this thought of strategy. Not mine of course--just waiting to hear the download. Not sure if I will survive, but the only information that circulated through me was try and stay in that deepest, most wide open, loving place in my heart no matter what. It is all an illusion anyway right?

If the blog goes "dark," you will know that I went insane....

This is real:

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