Anger and blame captivate the audience with their miserable dance.
What if we were to quit being hoodwinked by these charlatans?
The audience, entranced, is almost unaware of their clutched hands and grinding teeth and clenched jaws. Their furrowed brows and forlorn faces grieve the loss of sweet life stolen by anger’s and blame’s phantasmagoric display.
What if we could see through this hologram of sorrow and realize it was only an illusion, like shimmers of fog that the light of the sun could evaporate into thin air?
What if there was no blame but instead contributing factors, pieces in the flow of life that nudge events along to their sometimes sad and painful conclusions?
With a grateful sigh of relief and lightened eyes, and possibly tears and freed and uplifted hearts, the audience, no longer transfixed, look to one another in love and tenderness and slightly smile with a nod of recognition.
The Every Day Yogi 