Sometimes on the path we’re walking upon, it is easy to become haunted by regret, comparisons, or dreams yet to be attained. The contemplative must rise above lingering either/or judgments of oneself and trust in the non-dualistic path that has uniquely chosen them to walk upon it.
I dare to experience my life as it is—
not as I hoped it would be,
plagued by fear of regret;
not as theirs has unfolded,
taunted by crafted facades;
not as the dreams I drink,
spun out into drunken oblivion.
Today I will trust the path ahead—
the one that calls me forth,
whether winter or spring,
whether day or night,
a consistency I must honor,
pulling me mysteriously forward
even when I feel I’m starting over.
In a world that is not my own,
I will make our path my home.
Whenever you begin to judge yourself through the lens of regret, comparisons, or unattained dreams, allow a phrase from this prayer to ruminate until the judgment gently passes.