Teeth in the Grass

Sometimes I feel like such a fraud. I know everyone does. Elizabeth Lesser talks about it. Pema talks about it. Lama SD talks about it. I talk about about it. But now I'm in it. Totally in it. Standing in it. Walking with it. Sitting with it. Being swept away by it. Breathing with it.

I always do the same thing with it. Less so now. With more practice I'm better at it. Sure. But still. And...

"When we're brothers at last, there will be teeth in the grass."

So, like, what? I guess it's there. And do the work.

The worksies.

Try not to add more suffering to the pain.