Vicious lies must be met with no reaction whatsoever. Hatred of the God Damned Liar and his enablers must not be allowed to fester. Equanimity demands it. It's called the art of letting go. It is the hardest thing in the world to do.
Tuesday, January 3, 2023
Suffering, Grace, Impermanence, The Moving, Breathing Ballast; Lessening, Gratitude, Love, Forgiveness, The Was-ness of the past, The Is-ness of the present, The Adventure of Letting Go into the Future,
The not watering of negative seeds, The watering of all others, The universal fabric, Deep consciousness and navigation of spaciousness and time, My time finally came for letting go, thank god for suicidal depression. I think the kingdom is light blue. For me anyway. The present moment moving forward in the thinnest of incremental slices almost as if all at once. That popping sound from each successive momento combined into an ostensibly seamless humming sound so wonderfully fast. Ice cold water spilling down the mountain branch into my nasal cavity. Me and Tim catching waterdogs and mudpuppies. The panorama of right view. Impermanence is the stuff of life. I've learned well to live alone.
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