Ephemera

Thoughts are ephemeral, unchosen, and primarily uncontrolled. Don’t let them defeat you. Don’t let them control you. You are not them. Don’t identify with them. That will bring certain suffering.

Your thoughts are like birds passing across a clear, bright, blue sky. You, yourself, your shining magnificence, your true nature is that radiant clear blue sky, while the thoughts simply pass away.

Look for that break in thoughts. That point of still silence. Who or what is watching the thinking going on? See that cloudless, brilliant sky. And there you will find the full, beautiful, empty nothingness of everything.

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Autumn Magic

How I embrace the glorious approach of autumn! The oppressive heat of the summer months is again exiled for yet another year. The vivacious crisp air descends upon us like a gentle benediction from that which dreams us into being.

A stillness, a silence, dawns as the earth begins to ready itself for its winter slumber. The fauna prepare to sleep away the winter or die as their short lifespans conclude. The trees, in a radiant, beautiful display that harkens us to remember that all things in this material world of shape and form shall die and pass away into infinity, gloriously change the colors of their leaves before withering into oblivion, just as our bodies will, in time. A reminder to embrace the beauty of this short, exquisite life we have.

Solitude, silence, stillness begin to blanket the land and a calm, abiding, fresh presence welcomes a new season, jubilantly presenting itself for a few short moments.

Autumn. My most favorite of times is upon us and it’s utterly magnificent!

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Space Between

These thoughts, which you so ardently and vehemently hold on to with a rapacious greed, identifying with them as yourself, are not you. Find the space between which is.

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Stretching


The sky promises emptiness filled with grace.
The earth promises love filled with nothingness.

Between the two, we stretch. We fly. We soar. We awaken. The dream crumbles.

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Dreaming

“I am!” Was the lie she eternally whispered to herself so she would believe that she and everything around her was real.

While her heart longed to hear the truth that love forever whispered in her ear, “No, my darling, you are not.”

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