10/14/08
I’m patient when I’ve already
done my part, my responsibility is over. My mind and body ache with the sense
that I can do no more.
I’m patient when I see the
lines of worry, the scratches and marks of frustration, and I am content to
stop, knowing that it serves their purpose, a respite from chaos.
I’m patient when I know them,
and trust them, or when I try so hard to remember that like it or not I must
defer to them.
I am impatient when I am
alone, with myself, because I do not want to add to burdens, I do not want to
deserve what I receive.
Patience is about
tranquility.
You are yourself at rest.
You do nothing, but you are
something.
Like stone in the mountain or
water in the pool, you are not for action, but stillness. Not trapped in
inaction, but free to embrace it, and then…walk away.
You do not sleep, you do not
worry, you are content because your burden is over, or it will wait.
Words cannot move you,
actions will not force you,
You are waiting and that is
all.
