Success

Success for me presently is cleaning my house consistently and thoroughly.
I suppose that's not very exciting.
Across the world in India the Oneness Temple is opening.
Oprah is on TV with Echart Tolle.
Songs are being sung, painting painted, skyscrapers are built.
And i'm just cleaning.

Both inside and outside, cleaning starts with seeing the dirt.

Living in the concepts of what i want the world to be,
what i wish it was,
and how it has not allowed me the "success" for which i have yearned.
The world does not follow my script, and hence i am unsuccessful.

Cleaning house inside is seeing the concepts that color my perceptions,
and letting them dissolve in a solution of love* and Presence.

Cleaning house outside is seeing the condition of my house,
and the condition of my friendships,
and the condition of my working life
and recommitting to being clear and present.

I'm walking through the cobwebs of the internal dialogue, explaining, yakking about this and that,
"making sense of it all"
and just doing the work that needs to be done, with less reference
to the non stop chatter of my mind

Seen in this way, my mind is both pitiful
and funny!

And matters less and less every day.
Clear mind, clean house,
nothing to do, nothing to say, not waiting or expecting anything

open, ready,
like a tiger ready to pounce
a tulip enjoying the spring breeze.