The repose that patience brings is not outward, based on longed for conditions, nor is it inward, a state of mind apart from unfinished business. It is an attitude like craving, arising when I meet conditions. Patience, however, is invited gently in, while craving lies nervously grumbling at her cage door.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Day Two Hundred and Forty nine
Patience calls out to me in meditation. It whispers in my ear to wait, when I am not in an easy place, when the gears of my body and awareness do not meet, when my thoughts are battered by doubt. Patience is like the weight of the stone, like the smooth surface, meeting the elements of earth, wind, and water exactly where they are.
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