We have a hard time finding a middle way through. Usually its excesses of one sort or another. Bouncing from one wall to another. It even suggests that maybe, just possibly the true middle way is not about avoiding the mess of our lives. But knowing they will all pass. Each thing.It's interesting we don't seem to have language for this kind of middle way. Often I speak of holding with open hands. A bad metaphor. It's about holding while at the same time knowing at that moment of passion it will pass.Then strange and mysterious things happen.