It’s all just happening.
Identification happens. Ignorance happens. Liberation happens.
At the same time they’re all just appearances. Modulations of the wholeness. Exactly as they should be, by virtue of the fact that they ARE.
Only they’re also not.
Try to find ignorance or delusion or objects or concepts. Try to locate identification. There’s only the perpetual ungraspable flux of being that is utterly beyond description.
Reality defies conceptual containment.
How much of our time do we spend bracing ourselves against the possibility of someone else’s reactivity? When we fear to break a rule or make a mistake, how often is that apprehension based on the anticipation of having to deal with someone’s anger, sadness, or disappointment? Bumping into people’s reactive emotions is unpleasant and…
I don’t really mind what happens. I could pop off today with no regrets and nothing left undone. I’ll leave in a puff of love. Poof! This is all the weather. The turning of the kaleidoscope. I’m here for it all, in love. When you love it all, every moment is it’s own reward. There’s…
Nothing lasts for ever, but many things persist for a long time. So if your answer to unwanted experiences is to wait them out, then you could be enduring something for a long time, and that holding-out itself becomes a source of suffering. You must find the acceptance of each moment, every moment in itself.
All intelligence is a modulation and expression of the Great Intelligence. Just as a single leaf is no less tree than the branch or the trunk or the root. All is tree, all is creative intelligence. Knowing the nature of one’s Being is sufficient to end suffering. In the light of our nature as boundless…
Episode 30: Meeting in the Depths In this episode we explore how in our daily lives we often struggle to truly meet others and be present with the full breadth of their experience. Consumed by the chatter of our minds, we miss subtle emotions, sensations, and the depths of our inner lives. While pleasant feelings…
There’s nothing to do Nothing to think Nothing to drop Nothing to see Nothing to follow There’s no plan No strategy There’s nothing to believe Nothing to hold on to And nothing to let go of There’s nothing to hope for No future to come No past to understand There’s no right And no wrong…