haku told me
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 I had withdrawn from writing.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.
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 I had withdrawn from writing.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.
—Pema Chodron
I think the second line is most difficult, one constantly in tension with the mind.
(via trentgilliss)
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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