“Why do I get so angry on Sunday morning?”

If there is no “I” to feel angry,
Why do I get so angry?

If there is no “I” to feel scared,
Why do I get so scared?

If this is all an illusion,
Why does it seem so real?

The church across the road
must have purchased new loudspeakers.
Louder than ever,
the ranting is now in my ear.

Nowadays…
I wake up before the ranting starts.
Don’t know what’s worse :
getting woken up or…
waiting for it to start.

I can hear the sound of “Stairway to heaven”,
playing Sunday mornings,
full bore,
in their ears too.

Where do I go with my anger and fear?
What do I do with it?
How do I deal with it?
When is enough, enough?

“I”… “I”… and more “I” !!!
Lots of “I” !!
Attachment.
Suffering.

What do I do?

Write, listen and observe,
hopefully learn.
Freedom.

The “I” feels better now,
a little more writing,
release…
from self.