While I’m here I might as well be drunk on love.
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When Someone Asks Me
When someone asks me at party what I do, I say: “I introduce people to the fact that reality as it’s commonly conceived of is an illusion, the so-called world isn’t material and the self they imagine themselves to be doesn’t exist.” Needless to say I don’t get many invitations.
Sitting in My Chair and Looking out the Window
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….
