Maybe the meaning of life is just to see the beauty in the ordinary.
To love the things that don’t last, because nothing does.
To stand in the rain and feel it.
To be alive in the world.
Niall Williams, History of the Rain
We often give the things that bother us more weight than they deserve, forgetting that all things arise and pass away
The great beings see with their wisdom eye
all things like reflections of forms
They do not become stuck in the mire
of so-called objects.
Arya Nagarjuna, 2nd-century Indian Buddhist philosopher, Sixty Verses of Reasoning
A very windy day yesterday.
As the leaves fall, my favourite Autumn chant, the final lines of the Heart Sutra – finding an inner rest, beyond all coming or going.
Gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā
[“Gone, Gone, Gone beyond, Gone completely beyond. Awakening, So be it”]
Gone. I release my grip on the small self. I let it go.
Gone. I let thoughts, opinions, and ideas drift away like clouds.
Gone beyond. I cross to the other shore, beyond division.
Gone completely beyond. Nothing is left to cling to, I rest in vast openness.
Awakening. Clear seeing dawns, the truth shines quietly.
So be it. May this awakening be sealed in my heart.