A ship is lost in the treacherous open sea. The crew grows more impatient each day; the Captain is worried about a potential mutiny. No land in sight.
Will this be the end?
My crew goes weary.
Mumbling & arguing with each other.
Constantly chattering.
The smell of mutiny in the air.
I observe them from my private charters.
One moment they are angry.
The next they are sad.
Anxious.
Depressed.
Fearful.
Will we ever see land again?
A large wave swells up from the depths of the ocean.
Panic.
HOLD ON!!!!!
The ship creaks and moans.
We survive.
A month goes by.
Food short on supply.
Crew sick and diseased.
Birds of prey circle above us.
The end is near.
Until one day I see darkness on the horizon.
LAND!!
We are safe.
Joy & tears flow into the sea.
My crew dances under the moonlight.
No wave can sink me.
No storm will worry me.
I won’t break to my crew’s demands.
For I am the Captain.
I am not my thoughts. I am not my emotions. I am the observer. The Captain of my body & mind. I will honor these thoughts & emotions as impermanent. I will not sink into the darkness.
The Narrow Path 