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 I had withdrawn from writing.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.
See what is. Acknowledge it without judging it as right or wrong. See it clearly without judgment and let it go. Come back to the present moment. From now until the moment of your death, you could do this. As a way of becoming more compassionate, as way of becoming less dogmatic, prejudiced, determined to have your own way, absolutely sure that you’re right and the other person is wrong, as a way to develop a sense of humor, to lighten it up, open it up, you could do this.
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