Hope still arises, of course. I have no control over that. But in the same way that I respond to crazy thoughts, I just don’t grab on.
Hope has been a familiar companion, so I wave a friendly hello–but that’s the extent of the interaction. Instead of swinging into an imaginary, constructed future, I remain here, the only “place” where life can truly be experienced.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2013
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