Please,
let your own heart guide you now.
To you all:
Tag: Zen veiw
Spring sprung at the higher altitudes.
Small, precious, hopeful. That is every one of us.
I am feasting on spring fungi tonight!
Be well. Be joyful.
Watching
It is not in the iron resolve of stoicism that the watcher comes forward.
It is in the soft allowing of curiosity, and now the next breath…
The Step Back
The Small Backward Step
Stepping back, I see the body in all its animal certainty, it’s imperative command. Biological, dirty, gorgeous. Fears and longing surging, coursing through electrons.
Stepping back, there is the mind in fluid rush, cutting new banks, plummeting from heights, leaping to conclusions. Prodding the body through survival.
Stepping back, consciousness rests, seeing all. Unjudging, edgeless, aware.
Stepping back,
Only stillness.
The Myth of Trees 