[instructions on the path of clearing the mind]
I cut up my credit cards
I want to know what I have.
I don’t want to owe anything.
I don’t want to live better than I deserve.
I start to know what I deserve.
I start to be careful and caring of what I have.
I start to know how blessed I am,
that my food, house,things are accidentally
here, and I am just as accidentally in the midst of them.
They are at arm’s reach for me. For me.
It’s all a kooky quirk that I am placed where I am —
that I eat, drink, sleep well, and just another kooky quirk
that millions of others don’t.
But maybe it’s not all a quirk . . . not just
irrevocable FATE that can’t or shouldn’t be fought.
If so, that means I owe a great debt
to those millions of others.
Can I afford what I owe to the rest of the world?
Can I ever pay it back?
I’ve inherited a great deal of debt
from my ancestors, from my job,
from the country I live in.
I must be responsible.