We carry unnecessary emotional backpacks through life. The more we see them in their proper context, the more frequently we can set them aside. They may always accompany us, but we needn’t bear their weight.
Like you, I built my castle at the shore, Innocent of worldly wash and salt.
Parental splashes shaped turret and door. Securing love demanded I’d no fault.
Community of selves inside the gate, Some in favour, others disapproved.
The deepest keep, unwanted aspects’ fate. Sentries’ footsteps pacing ramparts’ grooves.
Like a child in the driver’s seat of a fairground ride, the mind has good intentions as it fiddles and fidgets to drive with perfection. But the child’s steering has no real bearing on the car’s travels. This steering wheel cannot override the guiding rail.
We drift in an undivided, complex flow. Springing each moment from nothing, this flow is called life. Life is what happens — no more and no less. What happens is the dynamic manifestation, the unfolding into here and now of a single, dimensionless, eternal, unchanging principle, called Tao.