a way doesn’t show up in the walking,
it shows up in the telling
human living
a way is only a way afterwards
and then only in the telling –
never in the living
giving up giving up anger (and sorrow and…)
seems to be doing a job
giving up anger was supposed to do
arrogance limits the already partial view we have of the world leading to cataracts on our capacity for insight and wisdom
in any practice, in any art, the invaluable gift is the critique of the master
spiritual frustration increases with the strength of the desire to know the unknowable
at some moment, perhaps, we stop protesting the wayness of things
the sooner that lust for position passes, the longer for delight in loving the world
right and wrong are not part of the Way; they arise with the conversations that make us human
as emotions lose transcendent import, we can relax:
sadness is just sadness, joy just joy,
no avoiding one, no clinging to the other,
they come and go as they will — as do all the rest
without One, how does one
bear being without
some one in one’s life?
it’s not only that life is short, but that it’s ever shorter
most everyone wants to be happy all of the time . . . and no one ever will
without guilt, regrets are nothing to regret; they’re just regrets
life is never fair, sometimes people are
“THIS IS IT!” Whack!
“THIS IS IT!” Whack!
“THIS IS IT!” Whack!
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zen: life by 1000 cuts
annoyed with a limitation of age,
I curse . . . watch as anger drains away
I no longer ask God to give me a different fate;
after all, for whom does S/he grant such appeals?
(with thanks to Czeslaw Milosz)
at this moment,
that I don’t like the way it is
doesn’t mean that it shouldn’t be this way,
at this moment
the world is not so much a dream, as some say, as we are asleep inside the world dreaming we are awake
our parents raised us the only way they could; pointless to blame them — for anything at all
perennial wisdom is perennial not only because it endures, but because its fundamental insight-emotion can and does occur naturally, spontaneously