Beginner's Mind

Return again and again to where your feet stand; feeling the Earth support you. Return, again and again, to the simple all day long. The present is simple. Running away into the future and past makes it complex. Some people make their spirituality very complex; running through endless hoops in search of enlightenment. Jesus said, “Become as little children again.” Learn to be simple without effort or complexity, constantly surrendered to what is. Our home town, our home base, our own body and mind - it's the best place for developing deep beginner's mind. It’s easy to have "beginner's mind" visiting places with different customs and languages. Mastery, however, is having beginner's mind in our home towns. 

Loneliness

Best Leaders

The best leaders are those who don't need to be leaders, they can gracefully step down when their work is done.  Woe, to those leaders (along with their followers) who can't let go when their work is done – for only revolution can dispose of them.   

He Who Has a Why - poem by Richard Pauloo

he who has a why

to live

can bear

almost any how

were the words of a man

now gone but

his words not

does thought give us a why?

or is it feeling?

or both?

can I  know why

and is my feeling really mine?

they are embers

unpredictable

glowing hot now

though cold

in the morning

what is the I?

can I see it?

not thought

not feeling

but something still

within

two tides collide

the short breath of fear

the long breath of calm

my breath settles me

out of sight

but visible everywhere

out of touch

but touching everything

inaudible

yet it rings like a chorus right now!

without taste

but so flavorful

the last undiscovered spice!

many more senses fail to measure it

many more thoughts are its children

the why to live is

to know oneself

the how to why

is to love

is to listen

is found

where only moving air

resides

    ~~~ Richard Pauloo

Perfection of LIfe

Dylan Thomas reads "Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night"

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

DT's father was going blind when DT wrote this poem. The dying of the light is a reference to darkness and being blind.

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Axioms of Life

These are the axioms of life:  

1 Keep it simple 
2 Be direct 
3 Know when to quit 
4 Breathe deeply and often 
5 Allow it all to work out 
6 Control with no-control 

Glenn Matson Meditation Practice

Glenn Matson (at Peet's Coffee House)

Sitting with my friend for forty years:

Glenn Matson. 

Passed away on Jaunary 8th, 2017

True Self

Earth Sky Moon