Emotions

'Emotions are beautiful, emotions are okay...',

I hear people say

As they make a display of 'being with what is'.

The ego hides in plain sight,

Romanticising existence,

Performing acceptance,

When existence simply is,

And acceptance is silent.

'Beautiful, not beautiful, okay, not okay…'

Narrating life, after a while, becomes noisy, tiresome,

And ceasing to comment is a relief,

Like sitting down after a day on one’s feet.

Would you like to sit down?

If so, then come join me on the sofa,

Position-less, opinion-free,

Having a nice time playing Mario Kart and drinking tea.

If emotions come, we shall ride them,

Making nothing up about them,

Experiencing their mystery, their energy, their life,

As they move through the plane of existence.