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Not everything has a story. Not everything needs a story.
Not everything has a story. Not everything needs a story.
What we are does not exist in language.
What we are does not exist in language.
As I spend much of my time working with individuals presenting a wide range of physical and learning disabilities, the experience blows apart the usual context in which I contemplate the nature of mind, body and experiences of awareness/ consciousness.
Generalised statements become meaningless and individual phenomenology paramount.
A reminder that what we are does not exist in language.
Nothing Missing
All there is, is this one bottomless moment, present experiencing here and now—ever-present, ever-changing. Sometimes it is lit up (in waking and dreaming); sometimes it is dark (in deep sleep). Although darkness and light are different, they are inseparable. This boundless whole is seamless and indivisible…
Nothing Missing
Nothing Missing
All there is, is this one bottomless moment, present experiencing here and now—ever-present, ever-changing. Sometimes it is lit up (in waking and dreaming); sometimes it is dark (in deep sleep). Although darkness and light are different, they are inseparable. This boundless whole is seamless and indivisible…
Nothing Missing
Nothing Missing
All there is, is this one bottomless moment, present experiencing here and now—ever-present, ever-changing. Sometimes it is lit up (in waking and dreaming); sometimes it is dark (in deep sleep). Although darkness and light are different, they are inseparable. This boundless whole is seamless and indivisible…
Nothing Missing
Up and out for a 5k run this morning. Legs really feeling it after our hike up to the Bluff yesterday.
Then over to Brecon for a dog walk and lunch before leaving for my afternoon/ evening shift at work.
Reading the latest despatch from Joan Tollifson over coffee. I enjoy her perspective and insights and she has a fascinating biography.
I belong to a local meditation group of about 16 people. We meet once a week for a couple of hours to sit for two meditation periods, a hot drink, snacks and general chat.
The group is non-denominational and open to all. We rarely speak about meditation or so called spiritual matters unless someone feels moved to. Occasionally someone might read a poem or a text for contemplation or discussion. Now and again people share their experience of a recent retreat they attended.
I’ve been attending for about 10 months now and it is the only time that I formally meditate these days. When I joined, the group was smaller, perhaps only half a dozen.
These days my practice has become far more ambivalent about formal meditation and I’m not entirely clear whether that’s just the way it’s changed over time due to myriad causes and conditions or whether it has something to do with now meditating only among a growing group of people.
This only makes sense in the context of me being a highly solitary person. I may be completely wrong however.
I was slightly alarmed in the group chat yesterday when one member asked another how they spell their Sanskrit name.
Loosening up
I promised myself I’d start 2024 writing more openly and freely here. That never happened. Well not yet anyway. Consider this a tiny first step away from my usual arch and austere posts.
Dogen
Realisation is reality right now. Even shocks, doubts, fears, and frights are none other than reality right now…
Dogen
Dogen
Realisation is reality right now. Even shocks, doubts, fears, and frights are none other than reality right now…
Dogen
Dogen
Realisation is reality right now. Even shocks, doubts, fears, and frights are none other than reality right now…
Dogen
Whether you’re sitting alone in a cave or stuck in a traffic jam you’re always exactly where you need to be, indeed, the only possible place you can be at that moment. Neither situation can bring you any closer to or further away from your life.
I have no right to call myself one who knows. I was one who seeks, and I still am, but I no longer seek in the stars or in books; I'm beginning to hear the teachings of my blood pulsing within me. My story isn't pleasant, it's not sweet and harmonious like the invented stories; it tastes of folly and bewilderment, of madness and dream, like the life of all people who no longer want to lie to themselves.
Hermann Hesse
嗦丢 Is The Secret To Living A Zen Life
“Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.” – A.A. Milne
嗦丢 Is The Secret To Living A Zen Life
The key to peace of mind, I say, resides not in practices and paths, but in suffering consciously the ordinary pain, fear, and confusion that come into every life automatically, and differently for each of us.
This right now is it, whether you ‘meditate’ or you don't. For me, awake means living this right now fully with eyes wide open.
Robert Saltzman
The key to peace of mind, I say, resides not in practices and paths, but in suffering consciously the ordinary pain, fear, and confusion that come into every life automatically, and differently for each of us.
This right now is it, whether you ‘meditate’ or you don't. For me, awake means living this right now fully with eyes wide open.
Robert Saltzman
The key to peace of mind, I say, resides not in practices and paths, but in suffering consciously the ordinary pain, fear, and confusion that come into every life automatically, and differently for each of us.
This right now is it, whether you ‘meditate’ or you don't. For me, awake means living this right now fully with eyes wide open.
Robert Saltzman