Easy Is Not The Same As Simple

Random ramblings and fleeting thoughts.

Name:
Location: Adelaide, Australia

Born in Enland and migrated to Australia in 1965, but I would still identify as an expatriate Englishman. Married with a son, a daughter and two granddaughters (with the accent on grand). After being retrenched in 1994, I reinvented myself as a social worker, and I'm still working in that area. Retirement? Not just yet - I've still got a lot to do.

Thursday, October 14, 2004

AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN FIVE CHAPTERS

from The Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Rinpoche Sogyal

  1. I walk down the street.
    There is a deep hole in the road.
    I fall in.
    I am lost...I am hopeless.
    It isn’t my fault.
    It takes forever to find a way out.
  2. I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the road.
    I pretend I don’t see it.
    I fall in again.
    I can’t believe I’m in the same place.
    But it isn’t my fault.
    It still takes a long time to get out.
  3. I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the road.
    I see it there.
    I still fall in...it’s habit.
    My eyes are open.
    I know where I am.
    It is MY fault.
    I get out immediately.
  4. I walk down the same street.
    There is a deep hole in the road.
    I walk around it.
  5. I walk down a different street.

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