When the Monkey Stole My Wildman

raging noise filled my head,  peace and authenticity left, the firm ground fell away…

the noise of fear filled my gas tank as I roared off to chase the monkey.

Panicked, I grabbed the steering wheel, anxiety raced through me.

The more I tried to control the drive, the more road grew bumpy. I was being driven crazy, suffering the monkey in my head.

I was Completely Out of Control.

So I let go….

and realized, there is no Steering Wheel, the drive is an illusion, I was already there. I can’t control the Monkey, only my reactions

So I let go….

Because Happiness is Out of Control