A Pinch of Training Words

Let my wisdom come roaring down upon their heads like thunder! Let them find their meekness, their mistakenness, their misplacedness, in my gaze.

Every day I traverse to the edge of what I can integrate. Every day I am more fully alive.

May this way become everybody
belong everybody

Footholds. I must produce footholds in the living tissue of the world, to let those who’d follow my thread follow me through… and out

my words are the footholds
my deeds are the footholds
may they provide traction to a tractionless world, a world off-kilter!

May my actions benefit all beings.
An I have no reason to doubt
they do

Every moment, every movement
I am training
I am preparing