In breaking free of suffering
Following defeat,
For rare and precious victories
Must joy mute too?
Achieving non-attachment
Would I misplace
The slightly batty dedication
Needed for success?
I’m just as happy not to be
Swept up in rage and self-reproach
Embarrassed by my petty fulminations
A mini-diva stomping on the strip
Accepting the results
My breath and body, instincts, mind and soul
Produce this day, this hour
Feels right, feels good
(Certainly more civilized)
And yet…
I fear acceptance morphed into complacency
Lingering in bed on lazy mornings
Skimping on the weights
Staying home from practice, now and then
Worst of all, not fighting tooth and nail for every touch
So here’s the goal, ok?
A happy discontent
Passionate detachment
Restless cessation
Dynamic tension, keeping me in play
It’s not so hard—just smile, bow, accept the baser metal
Hang it on the wall
A drishti—point of meditation—
Fueling the alchemical pursuit of gold
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Heh, heh, we can't win, can we? The bouts that do not vex us we feel we win too easily; the bouts that overwhelm us leave us frustrated and in tears. But still there are those bouts that offer a middle way, just hard enough to be challenging, but not so hard that we cannot hope to win. Therein lies the sweetness.
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