The mind loves to create problems and until this is seen, it will continue to do so even though everything passes in life, especially the problems that are created.
Problems are created by a mind that doesn’t accept what’s occurring in the present moment. It wants the present moment different and it actually makes you believe if it was different all would be well; this is the fallacy of the Conditioned Mind. All is well right now, but because of one’s conditioning it’s not seen so the mind has to create a problem so it has something to do. I’ve always had a tendency to make everything that occurs is like it’s the end of the world, and although I don’t attach to this as I once did, many times the end of the world view is my first reaction.
Yesterday I was washing clothes and I put them in the dryer. When they were almost finished drying, I opened the dryer to pull out a shirt, there were red spots on it and also on some of the other clothes. I pulled them all out and found a red pen in the dryer. There was also red ink all over the dryer. The first response was my usual end of the world reaction, the clothes are ruined. I took a step back and took a deep breath. I grabbed a shirt and cleaned a spot, the ink came out. I then cleaned the inside of dryer. I rewashed all the clothes and an hour and a half later I folded all the clothes and it was like nothing happened. This notice happens with most things in life, and although I don’t concern myself too much with my reactions, the attachment to what occurs is what I watch now. In this case the clothes can be substituted with anything. The mind it seems loves to create problems and until this is seen, it will continue to do so even though everything passes, especially the problems that are created.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone