Thanking a Monkey
There’s a monkey in my mindswinging on a trapeze,reaching back to the pastor leaning into the future,never standing still.
Sometimes I want to killthat monkey, shoot it squarebetween the eyes so I won’thave to think anymoreor feel the pain of worry.
But today I thanked herand she jumped downstraight into my lap,trapeze still swingingas we sat still.
Kaveri Patel. Learned about on Tara brach # 20
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