Let everything go

The true purpose is to see things as they are,

to observe things as they are,

and to let everything go as it goes.

Shunryu Suzuki, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind

See it as energy

If we try to get rid of a problem, then we are making it into something solid, something real. That is the mistake.

Instead, if we look directly at the feeling, at its energy, we can see its true nature. The problem itself dissolves into wisdom.

Yongey Mingyur Rinpoche in conversation with Helen Tworkov

impatience

We do ourselves a great disservice by judging where we are in comparison to some final destination. This is one of the pains of aspiring to become something: the stage of development we are in is always seen against the imagined landscape of what we are striving for.

It helps to see ourselves as flowers. If a flower were to push itself open faster, which it can’t, it would tear. Yet we can and often do push ourselves. When we push ourselves to unfold faster or more deeply that is natural, we thwart ourselves. For nature takes time, and most of our problems of will stem from impatience.

Mark Nepo, The Book of Awakening

Sunday Quote: You Already Have What You Seek

If time is a circle,

as the Indigenous world view presumes,

the knowledge we need is already within the circle.

Robin Wall Kimmerer 1953 – Author and Director of the Center for Native Peoples & the Environment at the State University of New York, Ancient Green

Stop comparing

Inside the Great Mystery that is,
we don’t really own anything.
What is this competition we feel then,
before we go, one at a time, through the same gate?

Rumi

There is a mystery

Even though at times we find daily work a challenge, life itself is the deeper reality flowing through us. Have we become too numb to notice this?

Though we strain

against the deadening grip of daily necessity, I sense there is this mystery:

All life is being lived.

Who is living it, then?

Is it the things themselves, or something waiting inside them,

like an unplanned melody in a flute?

Is it the winds blowing over the waters?

Is it the branches that signal to each other?

Is it flowers interweaving their fragrances,

or streets, as they wind through time? 

Rainer Maria Rilke