There is no elephant in the room. The elephant is the room.
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2022
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...
Cold. Darkness. Street lights. Stillness. An alarm. Distant shouting. The merest hint of dawn.
There is no right or wrong time nor right or wrong place.
Open. Open to what is. Open to what is not. Open to everything and open to nothing at all. Open to life and open to...
“Whatsoever is your attitude towards life will be your attitude towards death… What is the Zen attitude towards death?”
None of this is about happiness or sadness, joy or sorrow, hope or despair per se. It is whatever we find when we attend to...
This includes us but is not about us.
The ordinary. The everyday. The shit on my shoe.
Break the identification with thought and there is simply what is, and that includes thought too.
To say that one is ‘spiritual’ is just more identification with something, sometimes any ‘thing’ that will do. Spirituality points away from itself to that...
What is sought is not beyond. It is that which is already fully present before anything. Before joy, before sadness, before pain, before bliss, before...
There is nothing to be gained… that is all. There is nothing to be gained.
There is no more or less life to be had anywhere other than right here, right now.
