As the willow tree wriggles skyward to sip the sun, the wind slinks through it’s flowers in order to scratch it’s own back. Leaning against the trunk, the Buddha master finishes his oration on the subject of eternity to his spellbound students. Minutes after the class is finished, a curious student approaches as the teacher sips his post lecture tea.
“Master, what should we do about eternity?”
“I’m not concerned with eternity. I’m only concerned with the taste of my tea.”
Mic drop.
So often we all become so very concerned about our outcomes and endgames that we dismiss our “tea”. In order to snag that reward that’s waiting for us just outside our reach, we dispose of the life we’re given right now with a cursory glance, a furrowed brow and gait that says “I got somewhere better to be.” “There’s a reward waiting for me out there somewhere if I can only catch up to it.” The carrot is always just out of reach.
We need to recognize that we’re soaking in the reward right now just like Madge soaks your hand in Palmolive (google if necessary). We’ve been the carrot this whole time. We’re soaking in our sacred Palmolive right now but we usually only see it once in a while when we’re “enjoying ourselves”. A fish doesn’t know it’s wet until you take it out of the water.
As you read this WORD, recognize that you are in it. You’re soaking in it. There is no reward outside of us, although resistance to our present state will tell us otherwise. We’ve been conditioned to disapprove of our lives, to look ahead instead of around and to pray at the alter of “what’s next?” It ain’t about that… it’s about the taste of your “tea”. Sip the shit out of it, it’s the perfect temp.
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