Wings will be given

You are uneasy riding the body?

Dismount. Travel lighter. Wings will be given.

Be clear like a mirror, reflecting nothing.
Be clean of pictures and the worry that comes with images.

Gaze into what is not ashamed or afraid of any truth.

Contain all human faces in your own without any judgment of them.
Be pure emptiness.

What is inside that? you ask. Silence is all I can say.

Lovers have some secrets That they keep.

Rumi

Complicating things

Dhamma is simple:

Live with love and be aware.
It is only the mind that complicates this teaching and says that it is not enough.

Michael Kewley, Former Buddhist monk, currently teaching courses on Awareness and meditation

Not who we are

The transformation of fear does not mean that we no longer have fearful responses. It means that we no longer believe that those responses are who we are. This is what practice is about: learning to stop believing that our deep-seated reactivity is who we are. Who we really are is much bigger than any of our fear-based conditioned responses. When we can really experience fear, we can see through this false identification, perhaps even glimpsing a vaster sense of Being.

Ezra Bayda, Being Zen

Endless winding beauty

Stop now, right now, and look around you. This is your place in the labyrinth. There is no place else you need to be. See with eyes that aren’t fixed on goals, or focused on flaws. You are part of the endless, winding beauty. And as you learn to see the dappled loveliness of your life, as your new eyes help you begin loving the labyrinth, you’ll slowly come to realize that the labyrinth was made solely for the purpose of loving you. 

Martha Beck

Looking forward

One day I finally realized that I no longer needed a personal history and just like drinking I gave it up, and that, and only that, has made all the difference.

Carlos Castenada, Don Juan

Do what you love

Pursue, keep up with, circle round and round your life, as a dog does his master’s chaise.

Do what you love. Know your own bone, gnaw at it, bury it, unearth it, and gnaw it still.  

Thoreau