
A cuckoo’s song beckons me to return home,
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me to turn back;
But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.
Dogen, 1200 – 1253

A cuckoo’s song beckons me to return home,
Hearing this, I tilt my head to see
Who has told me to turn back;
But do not ask me where I am going,
As I travel in this limitless world,
Where every step I take is my home.
Dogen, 1200 – 1253

To be immersed in mystery can be very distressing at first, but over time I have found immense relief in it. It takes the pressure off. I no longer have to worry myself to death about what I did right or wrong to cause a good or bad experience- because there is no way of knowing. One of the biggest lessons is the realization that I’m not as much in control of life as I’d like to be. This is not an easy learning, especially for take-charge people like me, people who think they can- and, more important, should- be in control of things. Mysterious as it may be, there is something wonderful at the heart of our existence, and it is about nothing other than love: love for God, love for one another, love for creation, love for life itself.
Gerald May

Once we believe in ourselves,
we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight,
or any experience that reveals the human spirit.
e.e. cummings

If the doors of perception were cleansed
then everything would appear to man as it is,
Infinite.
William Blake

In the absence of presence there is only that repetitive mental noise, and part of that mental noise is the story of me. It’s the problematic story that is hoping that at some point in the future that it will no longer be problematic, not realizing that what it calls ‘future’ has no actual existence
Eckhart Tolle

For to know nothing is nothing,
not to want to know anything likewise,
but to be beyond knowing anything,
to know you are beyond knowing anything,
that is when peace enters in.
Samuel Beckett, Molloy