Came across these journal entries from a year ago today:
The specifics of where I am, and what I do are irrelevant. I am always right here, right now riding the irresistible, ungraspable wave of being — out of where I know not and where to a mystery yet to be revealed.
This realisation is like becoming a monk in the monastery of the world. For a traditional monk huge swathes of life are pre-dealt with and need no consideration.
Recognising that this is also true for ‘ordinary’ people in the midst of ‘ordinary’ life can be seen by giving up control to the universe — which in truth was already the case anyway and was merely occluded by ignorance.
I don’t find it helpful to think in terms of being one thing as opposed to another. Awakened or not awakened? Who cares? A pointless query that seems to demand a definitive answer, to force us one way instead of another. To what end? Enlightened or not? I have no idea and don’t care for such superficial, arbitrary distinctions and labels.