A Chance To Sing

Knowing I should stay in bed, I forced myself to go to the office and write. With the sun glaring through the glass. My eyes strained under the late morning light. But it as for the better to get up out that dark bedroom and eventually face the day. Over the weekend I’ve been fighting off a cold. But last night it finally overtook me, causing me to stay up, so I slept well past noon. But knowing that tomorrow that I’ll have to get up and take a long trip for lab work, I chose to go back and rest.

Years back they thought I might have a cancer due to my fatigued and weakened state. But it turned out that I was anemic. So after all the iron infusions my insurance would allow me to take. I was done. The same has happened with a few other medications I was prescribed due to them being considered too expensive by my insurance. Anyway, it’s all about the money and how charitable Big Business and its Shareholders want to be to us peasants. But creating universal healthcare would make us all socialist. Which oddly enough means the early Christian church must have been Communist, for holding all things equal.

But I digress, it’s just my aching sinuses talking. All I know is I needed to sit up for a while. Looking out the window of this side of the apartment I have a view. I spent the evening listening to an audio book about basic Zen Buddhist faith, Reminding me that all this talk in my head was itself nothing more that noise. So I wondered about that and the path of Zen that I follow. Thinking it must have more to do with the instruction than the actual path. For I listen to those inner voices and often give them pity. Thinking like my Granny used to say, “I talk to myself, cause I want to talk to someone that makes sense”. So when I do listen to my inside voice. I find it comforting because it gives the pain a chance to sing and be healed.