Everything is miraculous

The great lesson from the true mystics, from the zen monks, from the humanistic and transpersonal psychologists, is that the sacred is in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one’s daily life, in one’s neighbors, friends, and family, in one’s own back yard. This lesson can be easily lost. To be looking elsewhere for miracles is to me a sure sign of ignorance that everything is miraculous.

Abraham Maslow

Being comfortable with the unknown

Forget about life, forget about worrying about right and wrong.

Plunge into the unknown and the endless and find your place there.

Chuang Tzu,  Chinese philosopher, 4th century BC

Sunday Quote: The key journey

You are the traveler,

you are the path

and you are the destination.

Be careful never to lose the way to yourself.

Shahāb ad-Dīn Yahya ibn Habash Suhrawardī, 1154 -1191, Persian Philosopher known as The Master of Illumination

At ease

In the forest or by the sea, the learning is the same…

My hut lies in the middle of a dense forest;
Every year the green ivy grows longer.
No news of the affairs of men,
Only the occasional song of a woodcutter.

The sun is shining and I am mending my robe;
When the moon comes out I will read Buddhist poems.
I have nothing to report my friends.
If you want to find meaning,
stop chasing after so many things.

Ryokan 1758–1831, Zen Buddhist monk and hermit

A wonderful day

A day at the sea…

We cannot enjoy life if we spend our time and energy worrying about what happened yesterday and what will happen tomorrow.

If we’re afraid all the time, we miss out on the wonderful fact that we’re alive and can be happy right now

Thich Nhat Hahn

July…..seek joy

An eye is meant to see things.
The soul is here for its own joy.

A head has one use: To love a genuine love.
The feet: To chase after it.

Love is for vanishing into the sky. The mind,
for learning what men have done and tried to do.

Mysteries are not to be solved: The eye goes blind
when it only wants to see why.

A lover is always accused of something.
But when he finds his love, whatever was lost
in the looking comes back completely changed.

Rumi, Night and Sleep