The pain & the suffering of my mind is not me.
It swirls in and around me, but it is not me.
It is like a wind, sometimes gentle, only lurking.
Other times, it is fierce, and comes with great gusts that knock me down…Until
I realize it is not me, only wind of my mind passing through.
And than, the question becomes, Do I allow it pass through me or do I hold it, and allow it to become alive in me?
If I hold it in, I become the hallowing wind and use my fury to destroy, and disconnect.
If I allow it pass through, I am left with what is in me, a glowing rock within;
Solid, strong, constant.
Unbendable, unable to destroy or be destroyed, unable to disconnect or be disconnected by the winds of my mind.
Originally written in 2002