silent thunder

lucidity in waking life

lucidity

Of one thing only am I certain... and that is I am uncertain of anything.

of what do I consist? humans are a colony of non-human elements

off to the woods...

one monk leans over to another and asks... 'are you not thinking what I'm not thinking?'

open up... no longer seeking, releasing

points of light

purposely purposeless

ring the bell and be

ring the bell and be

ring the bell and listen

ring the bell

simultaneous expansion and contraction

simultaneous expansion and contraction

strong sense that there is no such thing as a non-spiritual path

suffering is a crisis of perception

the more I sit with it, the less I resonate with the concept that there is any independent thing anywhere, ever...

this water flowing * continual reminder * of tao in motion

thunder in silence: lightning in a clear sky

thunder in silence

thunder in silence

what is there in the caterpillar, that gives any indication of the butterfly inside?

while there may be discomfort, unpleasantness, or even pain... that does not mean I am suffering..

why so serious?