
What is it then that sits in my heart,
that breathes so quietly, and without lungs —
that is here, here in this world, and yet not here?
Mary Oliver, The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem

What is it then that sits in my heart,
that breathes so quietly, and without lungs —
that is here, here in this world, and yet not here?
Mary Oliver, The Leaf and the Cloud: A Poem

Beautiful summer mornings here these last few days…
But this morning, a kind day has descended, from nowhere,
and making coffee in the usual way, measuring grounds
with the wooden spoon, I remembered,
this is how things happen, cup by cup, familiar gesture
after gesture, what else can we know of safety
or of fruitfulness?
Marie Howe, From Nowhere

When your eyes are closed, you can listen to the inner voices that “speak” in the mind. They say “I am this…”I should not be like that”. You can use those voices for bringing you to the space between thoughts. Rather than making a big problem about the obsession and fears that go on in your mind, you can open your attention and see those obsessions and fears as mental conditions that come and go in space.
Ajahn Sumedho, The Mind and the Way



I keep looking for one more teacher,
only to find that fish learn from water
and birds learn from sky.
Mark Nepo, Behind the Thunder