Fundamentally, nothing comes and goes, nothing arises and passes.
Just so, in the hot summer sun you quench your thirst.
Dark mood descends.
Always you fight it, trying to will it away before it settles in.
But this time it’s different.
This time the mood is just what it is, no more no less, not compared to anything else, not judged.
The anger, the sadness, the frustration, the hurt – each is a fullness,
just so, without conflict at peace.
Punching holes in appearances, light shines through.
You cannot tell where it comes from: is it emanating from inside or from some source out there?
Quite often it takes the shape of . . . appearances
each one wholeness, one upon the other all blinding brilliance,
not a bit of a problem to make your way
because it is you
leaping from stone step to stone step in the garden.
When you lie, it’s because the price of sincerity is too high.
At bottom, what do you fear to reveal, and why?
A way to bring it to awareness: trying not to lie to others – or to yourself – for a week.
It’s not only the hands of the blind that are eyes. But perhaps they know the open secret many do not – the secret of being embodied, warm,
taking the truth off of cold abstractions.
Conspiracy theories take a complex web of mutually affecting causes and effects and reduce them to a single cause. This reductionism allows for an easily graspable answer as to why bad things occur. But it often demeans the truth.
Ripples in a pond’s surface aren’t caused by one fish, or even only by many fish. Consider, for example, the effects of wind, a falling leaf, or a stone thrown.
Inequality and injustice usually aren’t caused by a select, secret cabal, but – as you’ll often see if you simply undertake a rather minimal investigation – by a sad confluence of banal forces comprised of greed, delusion and ignorance bared right in front of you.