We’re all walking talking Ships of Theseus.
We’re all walking talking Ships of Theseus.
Awakened mind has no prescriptions, only descriptions. But since the world at large is dualistic, we have to translate much of what we hear into non-personal terms. So doing becomes happening. And moral or spiritual injunctions become the recognition and description of our nature and tendencies rather than actions we take as autonomous individuals.
That anything exists at all, let alone is self-aware, is beyond statistical speculation, it’s miraculous in the truest sense. This is the true nature of reality and is what we rightly call Divine and Mystery.
Much of our tension and contraction and clinging is a response to our inherent sense of groundlessness. Ironically, in attempting to find some firm footing we distress ourselves even more. The answer to the issue of groundlessness isn’t to grasp but to let go. Clutching after unattainable certainty, security, stability, permanence, has us perpetually fearful…
Could it be so simple, to let life flow without disturbance or resistance? Just get out of the way.
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…
I was never really grateful before. Not really. I took too much for granted on one hand, and on the other I was focused on what I didn’t have, what I wanted. There’s not much room for gratitude in that way of thinking. It was only after I awakened that real gratitude came online for…