Blurring the fine line between esoteric and metaphoric, is my overall aversion to quiescence and the increasingly less rare moments in the course of my days in which seemingly inocuous external stimuli will, merely upon sight, transcend decades old boundaries drawn of my omnipresent hyper vigilance that I believe keeps me safe have been in place to deter the quiet mind. By any weight or measure, the past few weeks and, most especially today have been filled with a sometimes dangerous tumult that severely hampers any inspiration I've had for choosing the middle path in life. I'll look at the date on the calendar to realize that I've been practicing mindfulness meditation, under the direction of, quite possibly, the greatest teacher of the art on earth, for 7 1/2 years. And while the idea of a perpetual employment of mindfulness to empower a path to a fluid psyche in even the worst of times is very tantalizing, reality is that my great weakness lies in my ability to employ the art in applications of "damage control". And while I'll be the first to admit that my perpetual inability to maintain a daily Shamatha practice is the incontrovertible fault, the truth is that I'm more human than I want to be. And, when so inclined, my conscious mind will abandon my greater wisdom in favor of a primordial panic/aggression samsaric wheel. In those instances, it's almost as if I sentence myself to the suffering of the monkey mind. Beyond that, my inclination for polarity and my mensa i.q. will reassure me that these agents of suffering cannot be changed and must run their course. And then...... then I look at my phone and see it's after 3:30 am. Living but a block away from the Empire state building, my direct sight line is obstructed. But walking to my corner for cat food, I look up at the apex and see the building dim in the darkness. And in that moment, I'm given reprieve. To see the building synonymous with the "city that never sleeps" close it's eyes for 2 hours every night before the sunlight strikes it, reminds me that, if the beacon of light which abides reassuringly over my great city can invite a daily repose, well so can I. It's really that simple.