I sometimes have to work through some things to settle. It is not concentration, but it can be mindful. One of my counseling patients has oozing legs from complications related to diabetes and he will not go to the ER as recommended. And so I feel stuck with his legs and his attitude. I consider how silly that is given that they are not my legs.
And yet they are. It may be the sense of separateness from him that gives me the irritation, the sense of pushing back from the pain. It is my own pain I push away from. Deeper, I know I am connected and it is wrestling with that, arguing with my own infectious ill will toward that which interrupts my craving, threatens me with something I cannot control.
Only going closer can prove to me that I do not need to control it.
I age, I pass away, in songs of blood and stone.
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