Embracing
The Tao would teach that our responsibility is not to mother or father people, or to supervise their behavior or learning process, but simply follow what is high and good in one self.
The pathway became more and more difficult to follow and he stumbled several times over tree roots left exposed by the erosion of travelers who passed through here before. Walking deliberately, studying where each foot set down, he noted the subtle zig-zag of the journey. He learned over time to never question the sudden veer in direction and sought to studiously follow where direction appeared to lay.
On a most peculiar day he lost sight of the trail. He ignored what he knew to be true. The wisdom of stillness became replaced by a quickened pace. The terrain grew steep and the fast pace was soon replaced by a full out run. The ascent felt good. Lungs filled and the heart beat loudly. Speed was replaced by imbalance. As he ran and tumbled he felt the thud of his heels beating his backside with an increasing involuntary self flagellation.
Knowing that balance was no longer his he waited for the inevitable tumble. His decent ended with a disorienting roll and ended with cuts and bruises. The forced stillness was painful. The sun was creeping over the horizon and the cool of the evening was upon him. He looked about for a place to reside for the night and tend to his wounds.
Left without comfort, his solitude reminded him of travelers past. He felt the call, the need, his very nature to part ways and travel on alone. He must follow the way and let others go where their hearts and nature directs them.. It was necessary if he was to ever walk freely. It was lonely yet filled with many teachers along the way. Some were heard. Some were seen. Some not recognized.
Emotions are like little children wanting to be heard. But children do need guidance and should never be left to run unsupervised.
Sleep brought unexpected guests that would tend to his wounds; wounds that ran deeper than mere cuts and bruises. He nestled deeper into his burrow and waited for the sun to rise.
He knew what he had to do.
The pathway became more and more difficult to follow and he stumbled several times over tree roots left exposed by the erosion of travelers who passed through here before. Walking deliberately, studying where each foot set down, he noted the subtle zig-zag of the journey. He learned over time to never question the sudden veer in direction and sought to studiously follow where direction appeared to lay.
On a most peculiar day he lost sight of the trail. He ignored what he knew to be true. The wisdom of stillness became replaced by a quickened pace. The terrain grew steep and the fast pace was soon replaced by a full out run. The ascent felt good. Lungs filled and the heart beat loudly. Speed was replaced by imbalance. As he ran and tumbled he felt the thud of his heels beating his backside with an increasing involuntary self flagellation.
Knowing that balance was no longer his he waited for the inevitable tumble. His decent ended with a disorienting roll and ended with cuts and bruises. The forced stillness was painful. The sun was creeping over the horizon and the cool of the evening was upon him. He looked about for a place to reside for the night and tend to his wounds.
Left without comfort, his solitude reminded him of travelers past. He felt the call, the need, his very nature to part ways and travel on alone. He must follow the way and let others go where their hearts and nature directs them.. It was necessary if he was to ever walk freely. It was lonely yet filled with many teachers along the way. Some were heard. Some were seen. Some not recognized.
Emotions are like little children wanting to be heard. But children do need guidance and should never be left to run unsupervised.
Sleep brought unexpected guests that would tend to his wounds; wounds that ran deeper than mere cuts and bruises. He nestled deeper into his burrow and waited for the sun to rise.
He knew what he had to do.
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