Monday, April 19, 2010

Day Two Hundred and forty

Offering Metta tonight, insofar as I have wisdom and heart to do so. I am repeating phrases of 'may I be well, happy and peaceful' and so on up to and including the universe. I am faced with including myself in Metta and not knowing who or what accepts me for what I am.

I notice some of my qualities of non-acceptance: judgement, irritation, and designed ignorance. I have made them over time to be quite deep, subtle, hard to pull up by the roots. Sometimes Metta acts like a balm to them, other times I suspect it too must have a root in me, or be with the core of me.

I feel Metta closely with my fears and grand ideas. It does not take them away, it gives them something new to drink, something from another world, something essential, arterial. It can bring the dust of stones to life. It will some day scatter mine for new life.

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