So beautiful. Thanks so much, Pim, your writing makes me happy! As I’ve let loose of these enlightenment fantasies, my ego has become a friend. This is me, warts and all, and the contradictions and contractions aren’t going anywhere. The playing field is leveled. There’s expansive awareness and petty bitchiness and we don’t know what’s right around the corner. It makes me smile: being here, being awake in the natural form I find myself. As Johnny Cash said in A Boy Named Sue (right before reconciling with his Pa): “What could I do? What could I do?”
So beautiful. Thanks so much, Pim, your writing makes me happy! As I’ve let loose of these enlightenment fantasies, my ego has become a friend. This is me, warts and all, and the contradictions and contractions aren’t going anywhere. The playing field is leveled. There’s expansive awareness and petty bitchiness and we don’t know what’s right around the corner. It makes me smile: being here, being awake in the natural form I find myself. As Johnny Cash said in A Boy Named Sue (right before reconciling with his Pa): “What could I do? What could I do?”