Thisness…

What you want and what you don’t want are irrelevant. All that matters is what happens.

You always have everything you need and you always have.

So far as we know, there is no ultimate understanding, no supreme being, no "God." That which we have named "reality" or "the world" is mind alone.

This constant juggling of concepts ("love," "God," "enlightenment") serves only as a tactic of postponement. All waters flow to the sea.

Language is sounds and pictures--sounds and pictures that arise and fade away within the silence of this moment.

The silence remains. No one has to try to notice silence. It is everywhere apparent. Totally obvious. Undeniable.

In each brief moment between thoughts, silence becomes effortlesly evident. Those thoughts, that silence, along with the effortless knowing of it, is "you."

Not the body, not the autobiography, not some package of beliefs or a story you tell yourself, but the simple, undeniable, ever-present silent knowing without trying.

All we know is mind

So far as we know, there is no ultimate understanding, no supreme being, no "God." That which we have named "reality" or "the world" is mind alone.

This constant juggling of concepts ("love," "God," "enlightenment") serves only as a tactic of postponement. All waters flow to the sea.

Language is sounds and pictures--sounds and pictures that arise and fade away within the silence of this moment.

The silence remains. No one has to try to notice silence. It is everywhere apparent. Totally obvious. Undeniable.

In each brief moment between thoughts, silence becomes effortlesly evident. Those thoughts, that silence, along with the effortless knowing of it, is "you."

Not the body, not the autobiography, not some package of beliefs or a story you tell yourself, but the simple, undeniable, ever-present silent knowing without trying.

All we know is mind

The wisdom of age constitutes the ability to accept reality, which is the knowledge of certain death -- substantial, personal, individual extinction. It no longer seeks to disguise the fundamental cruelty and terror of life because it is too weary for further struggle. It is not the acceptance of destiny so much, as the succumbing to it... It's not pessimism but a joyous acceptance of life!

Henry Miller: The Wisdom of Age Constitutes the Ability to Accept Reality

The wisdom of age constitutes the ability to accept reality, which is the knowledge of certain death -- substantial, personal, individual extinction. It no longer seeks to disguise the fundamental cruelty and terror of life because it is too weary for further struggle. It is not the acceptance of destiny so much, as the succumbing to it... It's not pessimism but a joyous acceptance of life!

Henry Miller: The Wisdom of Age Constitutes the Ability to Accept Reality

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

Samuel Beckett

Where I am, I don't know, I'll never know, in the silence you don't know, you must go on, I can't go on, I'll go on.

Samuel Beckett

Freefalling through phenomena…

No parachute but no ground either.

Freefalling through phenomena…

No parachute but no ground either.

Yesterday I received a letter which immediately caused me great anxiety and fear, a palpable contraction in my chest and my mind spinning. This very experience, these heightened sensations are just as much the very aliveness of being as the calmness which preceded them and the subsequent peace afterwards. There’s no separation – the ebb and flow of impermanent interdependent sensations is all of a whole – inseparable, and indivisible. Everything is always perfectly alive, vibrant and flowing. The way of being includes all, excludes nothing.

Yesterday I received a letter which immediately caused me great anxiety and fear, a palpable contraction in my chest and my mind spinning. This very experience, these heightened sensations are just as much the very aliveness of being as the calmness which preceded them and the subsequent peace afterwards. There’s no separation – the ebb and flow of impermanent interdependent sensations is all of a whole – inseparable, and indivisible. Everything is always perfectly alive, vibrant and flowing. The way of being includes all, excludes nothing.