Shaving
Shaving off my attachment to my aversion for my son’s voice aiming to irritate me by saying “nya nya nya nya nya you can’t get me” over and over
Shaving off my attachment for having my own way
Shaving off my attachment to your approval and “claps” as you read this
Shaving off my attachment to cleverness as a prop for self worth
Shaving off the idea of a seperate self
Shaving off my aversion to fear and uncertainty as I head back to work after a concussion
Shaving off my attachment to attraction to beautiful women
Shaving off ideas of being and not-being
Shaving off my attachment to the hope that these attachments will never grow back, and the hope of perfect enlightenment
Shaving off my fear of future pain and loss
Shaving off so many more things than I could list here
After all that shaving off,
what is left?
