Anger rises when you’re proud/ of yourself. Humble that. Use// the contempt of others, and your/ own self-regarding, to change, like// the cloud in folklore that became/ three snake shapes. Or if you like// the dog-barking lion wrath, enjoy/ the hurt longer. Watch a one-year-// old, how it walks, the slow wisdom/ there. Sometimes a sweet taste// makes you sour and mean. Listen/ to the voice that says, It was for// you I created the universe. Then/ kill and be killed in love. You’ve// been two dogs dozing long enough!

Rumi

“It was for you I created the universe.” What a gift to be given the universe. What would the world look like if all of us, every last one of us, truly believed that the universe was created for us? It would look like a universe of stewardship and presence. It would look like a universe of forgiveness and amends. It would look like a universe of flexibility and amends. It would look like a universe of story and compassion. It would look like a universe of stillness and peace. It would like a universe of seasons and tides. It would look like a universe of abundance and gratitude. It would look like a universe that cares for both the old and the young.