I’ll start with a poem by Gary Snyder…
I drove down the Freeway
And turned off at an exit
And went along a highway
Til it came to a sideroad
Til it turned to a dirt road
Full of bumps, and stopped.
But the trail got rough
And it faded away—
Out in the open, everywhere to go.
I’m looking for a mantra.
Last night I sat for thirteen minutes, asking myself over and over and over, “What am I afraid of?’
Funny thing. The answer that came up was… MY OWN THOUGHTS.
Whoa. Wow. This is HUGE. I have everywhere to go.
As I said, I’m looking for my mantra. I am hoping to plant a seed strong enough to grow up through all my old, weedy thinking patterns.
The search begins…