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.
My only aim is to help you recognise yourself as boundless, ever-present awareness right here and now, and to recognise your essential wholeness and completeness. Your true nature is easeful, lack-free Being; freedom and peace is who and what you are. Your awareness-nature is where you’re looking from, feeling from, sensing from. Look for yourself,…
That we believe ourselves to be a person is completely taken for granted. We don’t even think to look into this, to question its veracity. We’ve been conditioned to stop short in our curiosity about our nature. Go all the way. Use your discrimination and intelligence to fathom what’s true. I can set you down…
Sitting in my chair and looking out the window, the light over the valley is so beautiful that I want to grasp it, hold it, make it last. But staying open and ungrasping to fleeting beauty is an invitation to the Way. Even so, perhaps it’s inevitable to feel the yearning wistfulness for it all….
It’s the now that counts. It’s the present-moment that is most ‘real’. The rest is memory and imagination, which both have tremendous value of course. But THIS IS IT, this is the place of power, this is where all the action is. NOW. And so much of that power is dispersed when we miss it,…
Trust, rest, all is well. You are home, always. This is it, believe it or not. Hope is for fools. Running, chasing, holding, grasping, needing, wanting. This is it, be here now. Let the hope fall away, need be gone, cherish what is, here, this. Simple, silence, source. Time? Gone too. Space? Just this, no…
Miles Davis said that there are no wrong notes, that it’s the next note that determines whether the previous one is right or wrong. And it got me thinking about that space after one note but before the next, when the absence of the last note is hanging there – pregnant, unresolved. Is it harmonious…