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 gently ruminate in you until the judgment passes.