Thisness

It is merely as an expedient that the Essence of Mind is so called; it cannot really be named by any name.

Hui Neng

True wisdom automatically arises the more we unlearn, undo and let go of the apparent compulsion to know and control everything.

Paradoxically it is both a great relief and also a source of boundless capacity, to look for oneself and find no one at the wheel.

In the silence prior to thoughts, there is nothing to be said…

Thinking about thoughts

None of us know in advance what we will find in contemplative work but invariably we find everything we need if we let go of wanting to find anything in particular.

Failure? How can we possibly fail at living, of simply being this aliveness we have always been. It just happens automatically with no assistance or any input from our thoughts, our desires, our fears.

We can never really see or know or grasp ourselves. All we can be aware of is the empty abundance of the world as it arises fresh in each moment and of which we are an unseparated, inseparable part.

Waking up is really about simply being alive—being alive as present experiencing, as boundless aware presence, as this whole unfathomable happening, …

Spirit, Death, Whirlwinds, Waking Up

What can we offer each moment of being? Only everything.

There is no peace in information. No rest in knowledge. No sanctuary in belief.