The picture of how things ought to be I have constructed so very carefully. But the outside world is not aligned with what I hold inside my mind. How dare the world now present what I don't prefer and do resent! Resistance arises to what is here, thoughts, feelings, emotions all appear. This tangled mess of energy is not something that I want to see. With force of will I push it down beneath, behind and underground. I add it to the suppressed glob that grows like an unruly mob. It poisons all life's interactions divides, separates, creates factions. What I have pushed down so deep appears as dreams that haunt my sleep, the mind's projections of this mess, are not a fix, just restless rest By Grace and discernment I start to see that glob of tar… it isn't me. When I turn my gaze toward that "thing" Awareness begins the melt of spring. Slowly and with courage now, I release that which I had bound, I let go and experience relief, let go of anger, sadness, grief. Moving on from this point I dismantle preferences joint by joint I erase my expectations of how Life should unfold - this is my vow. For Nature paints just as She will and knowing my desires mean nil I relax, sit back, enjoy the show… Nothing to do, nowhere to go.