Black Ice
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With palms together,
Good Morning Everyone,
Sometimes the slope is slippery. Sometimes the slippery is invisible. So there we are, down on our bottoms wondering just how in the world that happened! Yet there we are.
I suppose we slip because we have expectations otherwise. We are blindsided by our own refusal to see what is there in front of us.
We expect people to behave according to our expectations. They don't. We expect ourselves to behave, we don't.
Oh, I see: the word for expectation mighth be, black ice. Black Ice is an equal opportunity hazard. Both evil and good slip on it.
On our bottoms, we recite our gatha. All the evil committed by me is caused by beginningless greed, hatred, and delusion. All the evil committed by my body, mind, and speech, I now atone.
Yes, atone. Be at one. I recognize that when I slip it is me that is slipping. It is my lack of skill, my desire, my expectation, which is at the source of my blindness to the black ice under me.
There is nothing left to do but get up and walk on. Our path is endless yet we vow to continue to walk it through eternity.
Be well.
Good Morning Everyone,
Sometimes the slope is slippery. Sometimes the slippery is invisible. So there we are, down on our bottoms wondering just how in the world that happened! Yet there we are.
I suppose we slip because we have expectations otherwise. We are blindsided by our own refusal to see what is there in front of us.
We expect people to behave according to our expectations. They don't. We expect ourselves to behave, we don't.
Oh, I see: the word for expectation mighth be, black ice. Black Ice is an equal opportunity hazard. Both evil and good slip on it.
On our bottoms, we recite our gatha. All the evil committed by me is caused by beginningless greed, hatred, and delusion. All the evil committed by my body, mind, and speech, I now atone.
Yes, atone. Be at one. I recognize that when I slip it is me that is slipping. It is my lack of skill, my desire, my expectation, which is at the source of my blindness to the black ice under me.
There is nothing left to do but get up and walk on. Our path is endless yet we vow to continue to walk it through eternity.
Be well.