[There is] a phrase in the Book of Equanimity: “A woven brocade contains all colors”
Birth, old age, illness and death, as well as happiness and misfortune, gain and loss, love and hate – all of these are important tools for weaving the brocade of human life. A brocade cannot be woven with the single color of happiness. Given time, place and occasion, everything “contains all colors”. It is in this way that the Pure Land, the Other Shore, is made manifest.
Shundo Aoyama, Zen Seeds
As water falls from a lotus leaf
so sorrow drops from those
who are free of toxic craving
Dhammapada 336
The sorrows of life can convince us they are really important. They seem to demand a huge amount of attention. However…if mindfulness practice is mature, we will be able to observe suffering when it arises without becoming too fascinated by it. We will be able to reflect wisely on the reality of the moods we have, not just be sensitive to them. They are not ultimate – they come and go.
Commentary by Ajahn Munindo
Unless we live all our lives in the torment of the contradictions, as C.G. Jung insists, then we’re not human. We can’t become whole. If you’re stuck, and you don’t know what to do, stuck between two opposites, and you allow them each to live within you, then a small transformation of the ego takes place. It becomes related to the Self instead of identifying with it.
Helen Luke, 1904 – 1995, Jungian Analyst and writer
Bring those spaces into your everyday life, as many as possible. When you get into your car, shut the door and be there for just half a minute. Breathe, feel the energy inside your body, look around at the sky, the trees. The mind might tell you, I don’t have time. But that’s the mind talking to you. Even the busiest person has time for 30 seconds of space.
Eckhart Tolle, in interview with Oprah Winfrey
Finally I am coming to the conclusion
that my highest ambition is to be what I already am.
Thomas Merton
A short note on the passing of time: I started this blog ten years ago this week, and, once I got going, have posted every day since then. Some of you have been with me since those early days, and I thank you for your support and encouragement. I am very grateful to everyone who stops by, even if just once.
I post to remind myself to begin anew every day and hope that the thoughts selected help you see the world in new and fresh ways too.
That old September feeling, left over from school days, of summer passing, vacation nearly done, obligations gathering, books and football in the air… Another Fall, another turned page: there was something of jubilee in that annual autumnal beginning, as if last year’s mistakes had been wiped clean by summer.
Abba Poemen said about Abba Pior that every single day he made a fresh beginning.
Abba Poemen, Egyptian monk, (c. 340–450)
