Dear friend,
Giant grey sponges are being wrung out over London. Seemingly haphazardly. It was strangely beautiful yesterday to be caught in a downpour, sheltering from the rain in a shop doorway.
Poundland to be exact.
The buses sloshing sludgy brown water. Frothing onto the dirty pavement. A senior citizen in a leaf green raincoat with her shopping bag hooked to the handle of her umbrella. Serene. Passing by like a sail boat on a river.
You can step out of it all as if you were a character in a movie and you’ve climbed down, from out of the screen.
Leaning against the red walls of the cinema you’re watching it unfold.
No-one pays you any attention.
They are in their own movie.
You can show up as a figure of kindness.
You can bless.
Everyone can do that.
For a moment at least.
It’s the false self that thinks it is undeserving of love.
Needy.
Separate from the divine.
Superior one instant.
Inferior the next.
You can step out of character.
It will be alright.
You are not the roles you play.
You are not your past.
You are not your name.
You are not your body.
You are not your beliefs.
Or your bank account.
You are the light behind it all.
And so is everyone else.
How far does compassion extend?
Even to the ones who are inflicting the harm?
To the ends of the earth.
Oneness has no exceptions.
How do you divide the light?
Rays of light, East or West.
North or South.
They come from one sun.
It’s natural for the heart to break.
There is such sadness here.
Such joy.
It’s confusing.
Contradictory.
Clinging to kindness.
Make no exceptions.
Forgive yourself your own mistakes.
Granting the same to others.
Of course the false self will get involved.
What else can it do?
Be unreasonable in your compassion.
Peace is inside you.
Don’t look for it where it cannot be found.
Fisher.
Unthread your hook.
Let that bream go.
Back into the silvery river.
To the ocean.
And the rain.
Falling.
Like slivers of light.
Soaking your shoes.
Just one moment.
Is all it takes.
Be kind.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey