Friday, March 22, 2013

Shifting Sand.

A one-day old baby doesn't have control over its random movements and brain activity. It cannot be blamed, nor can it be praised. It certainly can't take "credit" for its actions. Nor does a two day old, or a three-day old . . . nor does a 16,986 day old baby (my age, 46 years old). At what particular day do you think we stop being random expressions of the universe? Like clouds of stardust or shifting sand?

One's work can seem better or worse, but that's work, which you have to do. But one person thinking they are better than another is like one bacteria in my intestines thinking it is better than another. One might break things down better than another, but one is not better than another. Your WORK might be better, you might be better at this or that, but one human is never "better" or "worse" than another.

Friday, March 15, 2013

Static Cling


The static of words, concepts, ideas and notions about morals, purpose, and spirituality blind us to the silent, still (and sometimes windy and thundering) reality of the wordless and the thoughtless universe.   The Present Moment, this Great Circumstance, needs no introduction.  The Present Moment needs no additional "well, this is nice" or "so majestic" or any other kibitzes or comments from you (or me).

A "trick" to look at things in a new light is to imagine you are seeing something, and that there is no word for that something.


"What is this chair isn't called a chair?"

Who am I if I am not labeled ______________ ? (your name here).

"If that isn't a computer, what is it really?"

Words break reality.



Sunday, March 10, 2013

Let Stuff Slide


Life is suffering not only for you but for the next poor sap as well. Cut him or her some slack. Be nice. Lower your voice. Smile.

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Yammering Mind

Yammering Mind,
Yammering Mind,
Can you control
This Yammering Mind?

It complains about this,
It complains about that,
Does is every shut up,
And just see where it's at?

Monday, March 4, 2013

Shrug Off

Shrug off the unshruggable.

to cling to being


Who disagrees with who? If there is a disagreement, think thus:

What are these two humans fighting about, really?

What does this one think?
What does that one think?
Is this one angry?
What about that one?
Do they both think they are right?

If you see anger I one of the humans, and you just happen to be that human, then you must apologize.

Life is far too short to cling to being "right." Life is far too short to cling to anything.