Ultraviolet pink and purple clouds bear witness to my Metta prayers as I cross Dumbarton Bridge.
May I be patient with their process.
May I forgive their humanness.
Lately, I’ve been feeling a bit impatient and judgmental towards certain friends and patients. I see the way their thoughts and life patterns entangle them and sincerely wish for their freedom. The knots are constrictive, cutting off the delivery of vital oxygen and nutrients. Clipped wings hinder the possibility of a panoramic perspective.
But am I free? Are my assumptions about their situation accurate? Am I myself seeing the total picture clearly? Though I want them to be free, is it my place to control the speed or how they attain freedom?
My New Year’s intention is to continue cultivating loving presence for myself and others. I’m realizing now that a key ingredient to loving presence is clarity. I don’t need to save others. I’m not a superhero. Saving them would imply that they are somehow deficient, broken.
What would it mean to approach others without a fixed agenda of how things should go, to listen to their process with patience, to forgive their humanness for feeling lost, to forgive my own impatience and judgements?
Ultraviolet pink and purple clouds bear witness to my Metta prayers as I cross Dumbarton Bridge, as I cross over to a new plane of understanding. A quiet, spacious, loving presence reminds me that I don’t have to say or do so much to wish for their freedom, their wellbeing. I simply need to bear witness to my own stuck places so I can bear witness to them.
May I be patient with my process.
May I forgive my humanness.