- No fighting
- No bad sex or pressure to have sex when you don’t want to
- No wasting time, money or energy on somebody who only gives you grief
Tag: fighting
Green Room
In the green room of life
We all sit down, take off our masks and laugh
We congratulate each other on another a good show
Seated on the other side of the curtain where duality dissipates
We debrief, recount, replay, tallying up the sacred lessons learned at the end of the day
In the green room, the oppressor and the oppressed embrace
Realizing that we are one, smiling at the absurdity that we ever thought otherwise
Recounting blows, former harsh words melt into knowing smilesĀ
Disbelieving that we ever forgot that life is a dream, a game with infinite lives, a simulator in which to act out our drama
In the green room, there is nothing to fight about
Life’s perfection is seen clearly and we remember that we are whole, that there is nothing wrong with us, that we are playing
And we play again, vowing that we will remember our true selves this time around