Making things solid

The Buddha described what we call “self” as a collection of aggregates – elements of mind and body – that function interdependently, creating the appearance of woman or man. We then identify with that image or appearance, taking it to be “I” or “mine,” imagining it to have some inherent self-existence. For example, we get up in the morning, look in the mirror, recognize the reflection, and think, “Yes, that’s me again.” We then add all kinds of concepts to this sense of self: I’m a woman or man, I’m a certain age, I’m a happy or unhappy person – the list goes on and on.

When we examine our experience, though, we see that there is not some core being to whom experience refers; rather it is simply “empty phenomena rolling on.” Experience is “empty” in the sense that there is no one behind the arising and changing phenomena to whom they happenSo when anger arises, or sorrow or love or joy, it is just anger angering, sorrow sorrowing, love loving, joy joying. Different feelings arise and pass, each simply expressing its own nature. The problem arises when we identify with these feelings, or thoughts, or sensations as being self or as belonging to “me”: I’m angry, I’m sad. By collapsing into the identification with these experiences, we contract energetically into a prison of self and separation.

Joseph Goldstein, If There Is No Self, Who Is Born, Who Dies, Who Meditates?

The nature of change

Breathing in, I see the beautiful leaves, 

breathing out, I know they are impermanent.

Smiling at the nature of change

I enjoy their presence even more.

Thich Nhat Hanh.

Cosmic pain

Overcome any bitterness that may have come because you were not up to the magnitude of the pain entrusted to you.

Like the mother of the world who carries the pain of the world in her heart, you are sharing in a certain measure of that cosmic pain, and are called upon to meet it in joy instead of self-pity.

Pir Vilayat Khan, 1916 – 2004, Sufi Meditation teacher and writer

Full moon

Inside this new love, die. Your way begins on the other side. Become the sky.

Take an axe to the prison wall. Escape. Walk out like someone suddenly born into colour.

Do it now. You’re covered with thick cloud. Slide out the side. Die, and be quiet.

Quietness is the surest sign that you’ve died. Your old life was a frantic running from silence.

The speechless full moon comes out now.

Rumi, Quietness

Births and deaths

This moment is always here, since we know no other moment than the present moment.

It is always dying, always becoming past more rapidly than imagination can conceive. Yet at the same time it is always being born, always new, emerging just as rapidly from that complete unknown we call the future.

Thinking about it almost makes you breathless.

Alan Watts

Simple mindfulness advice

A walk is just as good…

When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having,

just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road,

without a thought on anything but on the ride you are taking.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Scientific American, 1896

[or as I saw it written on a wall in Italy…”pedala senza pensare a nient’altro che alla strada che percorri”]