
Patience is not something I learned at an early age.
It is essentially the ability to postpone
gratification, to allow events to fulfill themselves, even things I am actively working on.
The best I was capable of was a kind of predatory
waiting, something that might have vaguely resembled
patience but was actually more like a cat twitching
anxiously.
Now, patience has become the very essence of
meditation.
It is about, very literally, infinite patience,
waiting for my mud to settle.
I tend to want irritants banished immediately.
They are here as teachers, these fleas from hell.
The first thing is to relax, take a deep breath and
let it out.
The second thing is to resolve that it is as it is,
decide to endure.
Then there are some other things, but I forget what
they are.
I don't try to remember.
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