Make no mistake about this. We are are not doing life. Life is doing us.
We don’t exist and function and live exactly as we do without every other aspect of the universe doing the same.
Notice how explanations don’t explain anything and fail to bring an end to questioning. As children we knew this very well. Always asking ‘why?’ to every explanation and answer given. We, and by definition the Universe, are unknowable, like a ruler trying to measure itself.
If memories were needed, were meant to last, we’d never forget a thing.
Judging others from a distance is easy, lazy and more often than not, diminishes the self, all the while hiding behind a wall of self righteousness.
Understanding others does not mean agreeing with them. It is an underused facet of our imaginative powers to inhabit the worlds of other people. To walk their streets and share their spaces is to do a service to ourselves and others.
The more we all experience about each other the more we all learn, grow and become less defensive and ultimately able to disagree with each other in a way that doesn’t tear each other apart.
…even in your own hidden life, you can become a powerful agent of transformation in a broken, darkened world. There is a huge force field that opens when intention focuses and directs itself toward transformation.
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
Our hope for a particular outcome can blind us to the truth of why it doesn’t happen.
I have never been especially impressed by the heroics of people convinced they are about to change the world. I am more awed by those who struggle to make one small difference.
— Ellen Goodman
There are no obstacles to life. Obstacles are life.
Our existence is our statement. Our being is our saying. Everything is said in our living.
We too are living now through such a world, caught again between two ages, confused and conflicted, suffocating and suffering. But we have a powerful instrument for self-understanding, for cutting through the confusion to draw from these civilizational phase transitions new and stronger structures of possibility: the creative spirit.
Interesting. Back leg out this time as she considers her options.
Anyway
The Paradoxical Commandments By Kent M. Keith
People are illogical, unreasonable, and self-centered.
Love them anyway.
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If you do good, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives.
Do good anyway.
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If you are successful, you will win false friends and true enemies.
Succeed anyway.
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The good you do today will be forgotten tomorrow.
Do good anyway.
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Honesty and frankness make you vulnerable.
Be honest and frank anyway.
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The biggest men and women with the biggest ideas can be shot down by the smallest men and women with the smallest minds.
Think big anyway.
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People favor underdogs but follow only top dogs.
Fight for a few underdogs anyway.
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What you spend years building may be destroyed overnight.
Build anyway.
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People really need help but may attack you if you do help them.
Help people anyway.
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Give the world the best you have and you’ll get kicked in the teeth.
Give the world the best you have anyway.
The Buddha knew that because both happiness and unhappiness are unsatisfactory, they have the same value.
— Ajahn Chah
Morning meditation
Our consciousness doesn’t choose or do a goddamned thing. All that important stuff is left to our great, unknowable unconscious. Our consciousness takes credit but shouldn’t, when it should be taking responsibility but doesn’t.
Hope is fear in disguise.
Putting wings on a caterpillar does not make it a butterfly…
Shiv is a lone but wise voice in the so-called spiritual industry. I always enjoy the way he punctures what Ordinary Mind Zendo’s Barry Magid calls our ‘curative fantasies’.
He reminds us, above all, of the full breadth and depth of our humanity – everything included, nothing left out.
I’m suspicious of claims of ‘our true nature’ good or bad, but particularly when it is stated as fact that fundamentally ‘we are love.’
Unless you’re in the depths of delusion or simply not being honest with yourself, this is just a delightful (curative) fantasy.
Everything is always it and it is always different.
Whenever I hear the phrases like ‘original mind’, ‘ground of being’ and other such terms, they seem to imply a final foundational condition that simply doesn’t ring true for me.
Even in complete, pristine, calm silence and stillness we remain the nexus of the ever-changing flow of phenomena of what we are.
I prefer something like ‘flux of being’ because, for me, there is nowhere to land, no ground, no resting place, no fundamental basis, no beginning or end – only ever shifting sands, the perpetual free fall through ever changing experience.
All life is luck.