Adventures in Meditation III

“An inner voice always used to be an outer voice.” –The School of Life

One day,
I summon the courage
to ask my inner critic
a question:
“why are you so mean to me all the time?”
I ask it with curiosity,
and non-defensiveness.
My inner critic
breaks down crying.
“Because everyone else was so mean to me,”
it replies.

Suddenly, I realize
that the perpetrator in me
and the victim in me
are just the hard and soft manifestations
of the same person,
the same pain.


Other poems in this series:
Adventures in Meditation 1:
Adventures in Meditation 2:


Your words and actions
are like raindrops
that fall on every person and thing
you meet
Sometimes, they fall on rocks
that remain unchanged and unaffected
as you roll off of them
Sometimes, they fall on sponges
that drink you in
and allow your essence,
good or bad,
will seep into their pores.
Always speak and act
with compassion
For you never know
when you’re meeting a sponge
And sometimes,
just one of your tiny drops
can be an ocean of clean water
for someone dying of thirst
or a violent storm
for someone whose foundation
was already

(written summer 2019)