Stumbling Toward Love

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                                                                       "True North"

The enemy is in my mind
But the little belly aches give it, light
If I could be inside my body while I move my mouth, then, I
Could better swallow what I feel
And it would only be like water in a, whale
I could release you to the ocean with a mighty sound

I'll find true north, somewhere, somehow
When the road ends, and spits me out
I'll call my friends, and wipe my nose
Ill find true north, and stumble out

C'mon be a comedian
Got to admit there's something funny in the
fall to ruin
You're broken, hungover, and living in your parent's house

You'll find true north, somewhere, somehow
When the road ends, and spits you out
You'll call your friends, and wipe your nose
You'll find true north, and stumble out

I'm
I'm
Stumbling
Home

I'm
Stumbling
Home

Am I air or am I water will I dry or will I drown?
I built everything I wanted then I tore it, down

I am sure
As hot as cold
The more I learn
The less I know
I'll find true north, and settle down
Release the lowness of my doubt
I'll call my friends, and wipe my nose
I'll find true north, and stumble home

                                                     ~Jillette Johnson, from her song True North

  Here is another story about stumbling toward enlightenment by Geri Larkin

"There once was a young monk who went to his teacher in tears. He blurted out that he was having a terrible experience with his meditation practice. Every time he settled down, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, all he could see were two dragons fighting each other. One dragon was a deep blue and it was filled with anger and greed and lust. Even its fire was terrifying. It was ferocious, this dragon. The other dragon was just as ferocious. Only the other dragon, pale white, was filled with love, wisdom, and compassion. Its fire was a deep, deep yellow. The young man was terrified of what would happen. Which dragon would win? He couldn't tell and was afraid to watch them fight, which made him afraid to sit. Could the teacher please give him some advice?

"The teacher smiled. He looked at his student, his eyes filled with compassion. 'Do you want to know which dragon will win?' The young monk nodded. 'Why the one filled with love and compassion and wisdom, of course.' But how did he know asked the young monk. 'Because that's the one you'll feed."

    Both  of these entries are about stumbling. Let's feed the dragons tonight. They are hungry, but I'd rather feed the white dragon filled with love. Who knows, it might turn into a beautiful, serene green.