Who really bugs you? Bring them to mind.
Automatically your armor is on, with spikes all over it. Can you feel it?
Your sword is in your hand. Feel it?
Defense, defense! Push ’em back, push ’em back, waaaay back!
It’s a twinge of hatred, okay. Probably for good reasons. That person is a creep, okay.
Gets you riled up. It’s energy.
Your armor spikes stretch out so far, they stick to that person even when you’re miles apart.
Your attention to them gives them power and drains your energy.
Why do you do this? Why do I do it?
It’s been our human habit for too long.
Take a breath. Take three breaths.
(We are One.)
We no longer have time for hatred, for pushback.
It wears us out. Squeezes us too much. Wrecks our health.
It doesn’t work anymore, that forcefulness, those insults.
Our spikes probe into each other’s business.
We say, “You cannot be that! You’re wrong!”
(We have no clue about them, about their path.)
Those irritating coworkers, neighbors, politicians, foreigners . . .
For eons we’ve tried to fight what we don’t like, squash it, wipe it off the face of the earth. But this is impossible. This has never worked.
Now we are engaged in bigger and bigger battles, hostilities, disputes.
Already we can loosen up.
Already we can download peace, from the inside out.
Already we can admit: what bugs me “out there” is actually inside me.
It’s a trick of the ego, a projection.
We hate some trait in ourselves, and we project it outside so we can hate it better.
Who bugs me? Turns out their flaw is in me, too.
I’ve declared that flaw hateful, not to be tolerated.
But hey – I have a smorgasbord of human qualities, nice and not-so-nice.
Ranting, raving, pushing, pulling, every sweaty one of us on the playground.
We’re human, warts and all.
Such marvelous diversity inside us.
We can play any role – butcher, baker, bombastic bore. Aren’t we something?
Let’s drop the angst, drop the armor, drop the spikes. They don’t serve us anymore.
Fold into allowing.
Live and let our warts live.
We can fully love ourselves.
Look in the mirror and say, “I love you just as you are.”
Soon our love for diversity will take the world stage.
Every thing is in right order.