Can “this” be real? To think, really think, this question is to step out of thought into reality.
Think only when needed. Never treat thinking as a casual habit. Save your energy for truth.
Who am I today? Who was I yesterday? Who will I be tomorrow?
This little self, always changing. A bundle of feelings, thoughts, perceptions constantly looping back on itself.
There must be something “more”. But I cannot name it without turning it into a something. But it cannot be something. No. It’s a nothing that is infinite.
I am no-thing at all.
Today saying good-bye to a group of 600 meditation students at the university. Pick up papers. Students do evaluations. Once upon a time, it was a dream to lead such a class. Now it was lived. My mother passed away in the middle of all this. I got sick. People helped out. Had to grow into this. Feeling gratitude.
I am here.
I am now.
Today, stay here-now.
Keep it simple.
It is written - we are created in God’s image. Assume that’s true (even if there’s no-God). If “God is creator” and we are “images of God”: we are all creators. Something, even no-thing, created this cosmos here in our faces. Good news. Pick yourself up now - create something beautiful. Such as silence and peace.
Mother is dying. Death’s door is open, ready for her to walk in. Again, I’m her little child. No ground. Where to stand? What does “a life” mean? Everything. A life means everything.
Looking out the window. The hotel across the street up on the hill fading into the early morning fog. I wait and wait and wait - for settled mind - for everything happening around a grounded still center.
Haku told me to write here. I had withdrawn from writing. Treating it as an addiction, a contractive poison. But maybe in small doses - healthy for the soul - like graffeete in a dark alley.
Today it’s fog outside my window.
No sunrise only gray mist.
I breathe in and out - relaxing
into open feeling space.
Good enough. Yes, good enough.
I think the second line is most difficult, one constantly in tension with the mind.
So quiet you hear silence between your thoughts.
Gravity is the weakest force, yet it shapes the whole universe. It is like the Tao - weak, unassuming - yet shaping everything.
What next? Are we expecting IT to be different, new, interesting - perhaps, even exciting? The sense of of “what next” already tells us that we want to be away from here-now. There can be no “what next” in enlightenment!
With each inhale,
I breathe in the universe
With each exhale,
I breathe out the universe