Stand on Bedrock

You are tumbling down a raging river, disoriented, freezing, drowning. 
What then?

You are contaminated. If you cut a vein, dirty blood would flow. Your eyes are clouded. Your mind is a storm of judgments and desires. 
What then?

You're a prostitute. You sold your purity to live in a carnival. Each ride, snack and game is more enticing than the last. Funnel cake, frog toss, Ferris wheel, two-headed snake… 
What then?

All you ever wanted was to lay a lovely round egg, and sit on it. And then you laid the egg and it is dirty, deformed and ugly. 
What then? 

You found happiness. Then your craving mind did it's fancy trick. It sucked the lifeblood from your happiness and turned it dull, tainted, routine, and never to be resurrected..
What then?

I suggest that when all else fails

Stand on BEDROCK.

Focus your meditative attention on your own suffering. 
It's always there, softly or loudly, throbbing and festering.
Cling to it like you were a starving child and it is your mother's tit.

Or 

If you are alive then you are aware of SOMETHING. Right? 
Focus your meditative attention on that something 
WHATEVER IT MAY BE
like the cold wetness of the water in that river where you are drowning


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