Yes.
Stillness, the open awareness of what simply is, would appear to be all that is needed: only to give up all of our effort and striving, and quite plainly and naturally rest in the vast openness of what is – which is all we ever were or could be. It really is that simple.
Simple presence
Self-continuity is a sparkling chain of mirages, of emptiness.
— Khenchen Palden Sherab Rinpoche
People write some awful shit on social media no doubt.
People also write some self righteous virtue signalling crap too.
This looks good.
Alan Watts is always good value. He brought levity and a mischievous playfulness to otherwise rather earnest subject matter.
Giving this a go tonight.
Two days of solid rain forecast.
Here come the floods…
It’s bloody hot in here!
Right, so #tags in the body text come through but not when added in the Wordpress editor. Mmm, thinks…
OK, testing #tags as they dont seem to coming through…
Testing, testing… hello Fediverse…
Coming to you live from Wordpress land.
Well, hello…
What are you afraid of losing when nothing in the world actually belongs to you.
— Marcus Aurelius
Today I have found myself quite literally chopping wood (with a new splitter) and carrying water (bottles) from the supermarket 🤣
Every now and then I fire up an AI app and just end up staring at the blinking cursor with absolutely no idea what to type. . .
There can be hollow victories that exclude too many people, as well as powerful losses that can lead to wider, more inclusive movements.
To become one with just what is, one is at one with both presence and loss, with being and not being. It doesn’t feel like anything; but sitting still, something moves. I don’t know what it is, but somehow it draws from the emptiness that is the way itself, the ground of what is and is not. Not known, it is most precious; not to be held, it is maybe the gift the world needs.
The peace you’re looking for isn’t something to acquire. It’s what’s revealed when you stop searching.
I appreciate the way Zen embodies, with humour and mischief, the futility of describing and/ or expressing the qualia of our aliveness.
First snow. Just a soggy dusting quickly turning to slush. More to come this week though.
Coffee and cake (that was) before my late shift today.
Heavy rainfall due later so I’m slightly mindful of potential flooding…