Anger

Anger arises when the world isn't running
the way I think it should run.
I've placed importance on groups of ideas.
Importance is the amount of energy I've
imported into those ideas.

I can become so identified with these ideas
that when the 'external' world
doesn't harmonise with them,
then the energy I've imported into
these ideas becomes very agitated.

Forgiveness is a teaching given
by a chap 2000 years ago,
and although in my lifetime there hasn't been
a lot of evidence that it has been embraced,
there have been outstanding individuals
who have exhibited it remarkably.

Nelson Mandela wrote:
"Cowards die many times before their deaths,
The valiant never taste of death but once."

When, instead of identifying with the ideas,
I identify with the space between them,
I see them as simply forms in the mind,
and when I see them as such,
I can refuse to feed them with energy.
Anger is love deprived of its object.
Can I love ideas so much that I lose
myself in them? Only if I will to do so.