You think it is on your time, but it is on its own time. You think its responding to your words, but even your voice is a fruit on its tree. What is it that you own? The final taker reminds you that even bodies are borrowed. Knowing this, where is the rush? Where is the hour? Gone so quick. My friend, there is no such thing as rush hour. Can you see between these words? Find a space between what society told you is happening, and what you actually observe from your state of centered awareness. What is more real than the labels we have put on things, is our idea of such things and how we use our thoughts to take action, however unclear. Believing in rush hour makes you rush angrily to your destination, but it is not the hour that causes frustration, nor is it the people. On some level you recognize the absurdity of it all, and you don’t see a way out of the collective madness we’ve sewn. Thousands of people racing to jobs many of them hate, just to eat and survive. Madness where groups of people are packed so tight that they almost squeeze through each other, and yet still they fight even harder to not see each other and how alike their struggles actually are. What a comedy, I can smell your shampoo, but nope I can’t see you. It is clear to see the ridiculousness of our idea of separation and how it manifests in such moments. Will you take five minutes before starting the “rush” of the day to get clear, or is the race to the race more worthy of your attention? If you chose to run, why then complain that the feet tire? Tired feet are a part of such a race, and so is a tired mind. Try it a little differently in your heart today. Step into the present moment and see a soul inside a stranger, and feel as your sense of time slows down. You may not be able to change the collective idea of rush hour, but you can change your internal response to it as you step lively into the gift of this day.
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