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.