A Man Who Once Called Himself Ted
A man who once called himself ”Ted” sits in the space of no-thought.
It dawns on him that this is a space between worlds; a void between the strutting, delusional, certainty of the ego, and the unimaginable joy of the soul. The man never did well with the former, and always turned back in fear from the latter.
The dog stares at him with radiant eyes. She senses something, but knows that this is a road only humans must walk; dogs have no need of it.
Is this what it is when we quit fighting, when mind and body say “enough”; when something ancient whispers, “take me dear river of life, whatever you are, wherever you wish to go. I can no longer fight you, nor can I comprehend you.
I am no longer afraid of the death of this man.
I offer him freely unto you.