Things to be interested in come and go but the raw unmediated actuality of the present moment is always right here and can be of the greatest perpetual interest.

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.

There is no elephant in the room. The elephant is the room.

Here language always fails.

Sometimes beautifully, sometimes less so

But always unable to touch what it reaches for

The anxiety and fear of a week ago is gone. Traces remain as ever-diminishing memory. Then as now, it was, is and will only ever be movements of thought. There is nothing more than a conjuring of images and feelings, none of which have anything to do with what is here, now.

Cold. Darkness. Street lights. Stillness. An alarm. Distant shouting. The merest hint of dawn.