I think I know who the cheeky monkeys are.

Funny how things just drop into one’s lap sometimes to explain otherwise inexplicable things.

The ego is a monkey catapulting through the jungle:

Totally fascinated by the realm of the senses

it swings from one desire to the next,

one conflict to the next,

one self-centered idea to the next .

If you threaten it, it actually fears for its life.

Let this monkey go.

Let the senses go.

Let desires go.

Let conflicts go.

Let ideas go.

Let the fiction of life and death go.

Just remain in the center, watching.

And then forget that you are there.

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I’m not going to be extreme and say that I can make a complete turnaround, but yes, I do think that the cheeky monkeys I need to watch our for are the manifestations of my ego. My ego loves stimulation. But these past couple of months have proved to me that too much ego is a recipe for disaster.