Sire, I cannot remember much
Sire, I cannot remember much about anger. It has been a while since I have been in that state.
When I try to imagine it now, it feels like a cloud of unawareness. It feels like something dense and smothering that prevents one from seeing. If I could compare it to another experience, I would say that the state of anger is like having something so delicious like saffron stained rice boiled in raw milk and cardomon, sweetened with heavenly honey and spotted with slivers of germinating almond...while fast asleep. Who would want to let such an experience go by while asleep? So I asked again who. And then I asked who gets angry? Who is it that gets angry? Who?
An impostor! And such a funny impostor, dressed in checked red track pants pulled way up above the waist, sweat band tight around the head and sweat dripping from the forehead. All huffed and puffed up over absolutely nothing. One cannot help but laugh at this imposter. The impostor gets angry because there appears every now and then, a very little, green monster with crooked legs, that gives him a kick from behind and disappears. A really good solid kick, mind you. The impostor spins around looking for his tormentor only to be faced with nothing. The imposter gets more huffed and puffed, arms swinging, fists shaking. Can you imagine? Such a funny show they put on. The little green monster called fear kicking the impostor called anger. It's a good laugh.
Along comes an angel of Love. Swiftly grabbing the little monster called fear by the left ear and exposing it to the impostor anger. The angel of Love, graciously embraces the little monster in a tender hug, just for a moment. Behold! The little monster transforms into a little cherub and giggles away into the heavens. The impostor anger, radiates a glow of peace and a smile shines on his face as he bows down to Love that exposed the cause of his existence. Truth of existence acknowledged, the impostor merges into bliss.
Sire, it is such an interesting experience you bless us with, anger and all!


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