Noticing that which would otherwise have gone unrecognised.

This is neither special nor ordinary as these words are referring to that which defies all descriptions and labels.

The noise coming through the wall from next door is simply just that - sounds free to be sounds leaving no trace in awareness.

AE’s clear, bright eyes. Full of life lacking nothing but sight.

Each of us has our own story about death and grief but in the end that’s all they are. Distracting images and tall tales about everything but what is.

One fire unfolding as infinite flames.

The fire again. Crackling and sputtering a fuss over damp logs. The dog is here, still but watchful. Dinner past, we sit in silence and read.

Snoozing…

There is no Buddhism here, no Zen, no Advaita, no Dzogchen, no awakening, no enlightenment, no spirituality, no tradition, no duality or non duality. Just the cool brush of breeze through window, the exquisitely simple pain of loss and these words appearing out of nowhere.

The raw, unmediated pain of grief of an individual I support at work. There are few if no words that can meet such anguish. Simple unseparated presence of being is all one can bring in this moment. To hold, to allow whatever arises.