The nature of reality

Beannachtaí Lá Fhéile Phádraig daoibh go léir!

Happy Saint Patrick’s Day.

The clouds above us come together and disperse;
The breeze in the yard departs and returns.
Life is like that, so why not relax?
Who can keep us from celebrating?

Lu Yu, Chinese tea master, 733 – 804

The changing nature of everything

Above all, the attitude of Buddhist meditation is one that keeps remembering and focusing on the changing nature of everything. When we witness, listen and relate to sensory experience as change, its power to burn, hold and trap us wanes. There is a sense of dispassion, not through rejection or some other kind of negative attitude to the sensory experience, but just through observing it, bringing the mind fully on to it – as fully as we can. Then the heart grows quiet and still.

Ajahn Sucitto

Brokenness

One does not have to be completely satisfied with everything before one can be content. Similarly, everything does not have to be just as you would like it in your life for you to be grateful.

The wilderness constantly reminds me that wholeness is not about perfection….I have been astonished to see how nature uses devastation to stimulate new growth, slowly but persistently healing her own wounds. Wholeness does not mean perfection: it means embracing brokenness as an integral part of life. Knowing this gives me hope that human wholeness – mine, yours, ours – need not be a utopian dream, if we can use devastation as a seedbed for new life.

Parker Palmer, A Hidden Wholeness

Sunday Quote: Words and silence

You talk when you cease to be at peace with your thoughts

Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet

Surprised by joy

Our life journey contain many twists and turns and we all make mistakes along the way. And yet, Spring returns

I write

erase

rewrite.

Erase again, and then

A poppy blooms.

Hokusai, 1760 – 1849, Japanese painter, printmaker

An ongoing work

When we get our spiritual house in order, we’ll be dead. This goes on. You arrive at enough certainty to be able to make your way, but it is making it in darkness. Don’t expect faith to clear things up for you. It is trust, not certainty

Flannery O’Connor, 1925 – 1964. American novelist, Letter to Louise Abbott