Poem #12: To Meditate
Is this poem (below) simple? Perhaps, but I am going to try to memorize it and say it to myself on the Consular line. I get way too grouchy, and at whom? At myself, and unfortunately at the poor applicants who are already nervous and scared. Here goes:
To meditate does not mean to fight with a problem.
To meditate means to observe.
Your smile proves it.
It proves that you are being gentle with yourself,
that the sun of awareness is shining in you,
that you have control of your situation.
You are yourself,
and you have acquired some peace.
- Thich Nhat Hahn
posted by Crawdad @ 9:02 PM
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C: This is one of Mrs. SW's favorite poets. You probably know that he is a real presence in the world of thinking, meditating, peace-making people. Not your Rush L.!
Good poem, good mantra, good thought to have at any work...particularly where you are both the power and the person who has to limit the use of power. Keeps you away from the VC version of WMD....
Thanks! I've found that a secret aid to being able to smile on the visa line is copious amounts of coffee with milk and sugar! Who knew?? Ok, everyone. But still, I've made it through today on the stuff, with a good smile for most everyone. (Well, not everyone; sometimes one does have to deliver bad news...)
No birds hit today, but got nervous around some jumpy-looking monkeys.
Also, during tennis last week, I saw a crow swoop down and grab a pigeon in its claws. At least I think it was a crow. Suddenly a bunch of them were all flapping around and cawing ('caw, caw' they cried), as though it were a dance celebrating a fresh kill. But then the crow dropped the pigeon, who looked very stunned, but still alive. The ballboy carried the pigeon away, and I don't know what happened after that.
Weird week, animals-wise, for sure....
Wierd animal week...new uncle C!...WOW!
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