Whenever we look, whatever we witness is simply what is here now and that is always everything and more than enough to be with, to work with to leave exactly as it is.
Trust not knowing.
Words and images, words and images, so many, seemingly endless words and images describing and depicting just more words and images; all obscuring the original source…
The problems of thought are not clarified by more thinking.
A ruler trying to measure itself…
No hope nor fear here. Just what is.
Nothing here now will remain.
The weather alters our mood only to the extent to which we indulge the ideas and concepts that it can. To a mind free of such notions the weather is just more phenomena to be seen through.