Nothing happens next, this is always it.
Tag: presence
The only possible place to get to, the only attainable perspective, the only condition one simply cannot help experiencing is the present moment whatever it is, however it is.
A curious state of mind today. Not melancholy but floating. Present but not present. Liminal…
There is no elephant in the room. The elephant is the room.
To become one with just what is, one is at one with both presence and loss, with being and not being. It doesn’t feel like anything; but sitting still, something moves. I don’t know what it is, but somehow it draws from the emptiness that is the way itself, the ground of what is and is not. Not known, it is most precious; not to be held, it is maybe the gift the world needs.
Life is not something to understand or figure out. It’s not an equation to solve, nor a puzzle to complete. Life is simply here, as it is.
What’s here now? 