Abandon becoming

This holy life is lived for the abandonment of becoming.

The Buddha, Loka Sutta

The abandonment of becoming is often called “the lion’s roar,” the expression of utter freedom and utter majesty. It is so, as mystic poet David Whyte observes that “inside everyone is a great shout of joy waiting to be born.”

May we recognize the condition of becoming every time it arises – noticing its need to be “the one who,” its need for the nametag, recognizing it as merely egoic hope for future contentment. Having seen where the nametag leads us – to a new “self,” a new birth, new suffering- surrender becomes a joy.

Simply being – with no need for becoming – becomes an ease and a refuge.

Kathleen Dowling Singh, Unbinding: The Grace beyond Self

Sunday Quote: Letting judgments go

The only way to reach the truth is to learn how to be immediate in your vision. 

Osho

Sunday Quote: Remember

Indeed you have a majestic, sublime nature.

Qur’an, Surah Qalam, Aya 4.

These words were firstly directly to Mohammad, the Prophet, but in the tradition are also addressed to each person who reads them

Capacity for delight

Whether success or failure: the truth of a life really has little to do with its quality.

The quality of life is in proportion, always, to the capacity for delight.

The capacity for delight is the gift of paying attention.

May Sarton

Lifelong search

There is an internal landscape, a geography of the soul; we search for  its outlines all our lives.   Some  find it in the place of their birth; others may leave a seaside town,  parched, and find themselves refreshed in the desert.  There are those  born in rolling countryside who are really only at ease in the intense  and busy loneliness of the city.  For some, the search is for the  imprint of another; a child or a mother, a grandfather or a brother, a  lover, a husband, a wife, or a foe.  We may go through our lives happy or unhappy, successful or unfulfilled, loved or unloved, without ever standing cold with the shock of recognition, without ever feeling the  agony as the twisted iron in our soul unlocks itself and we slip at last into place.

Josephine Hart, Damage

Really see

If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.

Picasso