Life and Death

My father , texts me on my iPhone.

He's in the hospital. He's having chest pains again.

I know he is scared. He has been there a lot. He is in pain. He may be dying.

He fears he is dying alone.

I offer him my compassion.

I tell him to meditate.

I tell him to realize he is nothing.

I tell him is connected to everything.

I tell him if he needs love to give love to those around him.

He blows me off. I get angry.

He acts like a child.

Begging me for distraction from the world.

I am angry.

I know what it means to live an angry life.

It is the life of destruction.

I sit with my anger. I focus on my feelings. I breath. I am mindful. I am thankful for the love others give to me, and the love i can give to them.

I release my anger. I breath.