
Never just:
it’s never just — life isn’t flavored in absolutes, of one thing alone without continuation of all that’s ever brought this moment to attention. To witness a flower now is to see the nourishment of sun to germinating seed, of raindrops and further still the clouds that released them to their fall. There are infinite points to every blossom.
it’s never just a flower.
so too the infinite points of our existence — we are never just a person, a personality of self with a history of life explained in years. There is always more to our expression…
Only Grace Remains:
Now let go — and not through any effort of my own, but some greater surrender, as if a sudden sigh was exhaled by the world and…

Merest:
merest — and yet this belief in a most substantive self has gained such large importance, as if center of some greater world. Truthfully, this person, no more than a collection of traits and qualities, has no real power of its own. It is mere and slight in its perception and role.
there is very little that we do.
it’s a larger wisdom that directs our body in its function; there is no self that urges breath to draw and heart to pump and distribute blood. Our ego doesn’t gather particles to form the atoms of our existence. …

Within its place:
within its place — and with this we see that everything belong to the moment of its appearance, for however long its stay. This too includes our wish for change, our desire for things to be other than they are. Our every response fits right to this perfection.
of course it’s hard to see perfection in what feels wrong, and on every demonstrable level of our lives may indeed, prove to be catastrophic in the changes that it brings. Yet this is not about conditions; it’s a claim of our own right to accept what’s found, to…

Change and wonder:
of change and wonder — that there is no lasting moment, not even a bardo of between. Everything is in shift to a new surrender in the very instant it becomes. Nothing in the world is immune to this, there are no signs of permanence in anything we view.
our life is change.
of course we realize this, deeply so, and yet hide from it just the same. We’re scared of life in process, the decay of youth to age, of light to dim and eventual darkness. There are myths of our continuation, eternal life in certain…

Every thought:
every thought belongs — it’s a simple message, that we’re are not at battle with ourselves, waging a war within our very own minds. There is some peace in this acceptance. Yet this isn’t a mindful cure all for all that ails us, it’s not a claim to heal a mental illness, nor restore us to a time we felt more secure and in control. It’s just a pointer, a nod towards the true and always fact that we are whole.
every thought belongs.
it’s the belief that we are in control of certain things that causes great…

Of blood pressure:
through much of his adult life my dad struggled with high blood pressure, medication, some diet modifications and he did pretty well until a stroke several years ago. Still he recovered, made some adjustments and continued on. Now at 94 and suffering congestive heart failure we are struggling to keep his heart pumping oxygen through out his body. As his caregiver I take his blood pressure reading several times a day and smile as my dad mentions the irony of latest battle, a lifetime to lower and his last years to raise it to a level of…

Adding wood:
continuously adding wood to the fire — and life does this completely in its own, impersonal, and without malice to its challenge. We all face difficulties. Our role is simple; to live with the grace of every moment, relaxed to whatever response we have to offer. That’s all we ever have to do. It’s our natural awareness; that we belong to this easy flow of response and challenge, none of it chosen, with life continuously adding wood to the fire.
again, none of this is personal — life never wishes harm, nor seeks anything other than a balance…

About God:
occasionally, I write about God — and this is always an evolving concept, a refusal to find belief in any direction or opinion. Just my own sense of mind and heart through every moment. I’m not afraid to examine any idea that seems intriguing, nor to abandon any thought that doesn’t serve. I’m not looking for proof of God’s existence, there’s no search for higher meaning here. It’s simply entertaining ideas that linger from a history of personal belief, views from science and philosophy, and most importantly by my own current point of being aware.
with all that…

Of My doubt:
of my doubt — and with this I try and stay mindful of beliefs, to cultivate uncertainty with the realization that there is so much to the world that is just unknowable. I include myself to this, belonging as much to mystery as any other point of the universe. Every truth is held as fragile, ready to break at any moment’s further revelation. This is my own introspection, examining anything I demand to be certain, each belief that tries to rule my world.
with doubt — I am free in my surrender.
of course I live my…