This is where the ending really begins.
This is the other shoe dropping.
Silence.
Bare feet on new grass.
Walking.
This is the other shoe dropping.
Silence.
Bare feet on new grass.
Walking.
° ° ° °
Stand lightly as the water flows,buoyancy grounded by roots
taking nourishment in the world of river.
Every once in a while,
a current will move you, the stone,
slightly, downstream.
But otherwise, just stand.
° ° ° °
Daily practice is best.
The medium of sitting is the breath.
The medium of painting is the paint.
The tedium of sitting is the mind.
The tedium of painting is the doubt.
But in any case,
sitting is just sitting, painting is just painting.
It helps in all cases to work with things as they are,
to embody the gesture of attention.
On the cushion, in the studio
where you surrender is the place you find ground.
The medium of sitting is the breath.
The medium of painting is the paint.
The tedium of sitting is the mind.
The tedium of painting is the doubt.
But in any case,
sitting is just sitting, painting is just painting.
It helps in all cases to work with things as they are,
to embody the gesture of attention.
On the cushion, in the studio
where you surrender is the place you find ground.
° ° ° °
I am shot through with the cosmos.
It is everything to fall into everything.
These moments are not a roller coaster.
They exist at the same time, together, at once.
It is amazing what the heart can hold.
But there are, in fact, little decisions all the time.
And there is absolutely nothing
for me to figure out right now.
I do the things. I am doing the things.
The energy gathers into itself.
Flows into the whole, it is not dispersed.
In this aloneness I will gain a foundation of myself.
One does not spring out of transition fully formed.
It is everything to fall into everything.
These moments are not a roller coaster.
They exist at the same time, together, at once.
It is amazing what the heart can hold.
But there are, in fact, little decisions all the time.
And there is absolutely nothing
for me to figure out right now.
I do the things. I am doing the things.
The energy gathers into itself.
Flows into the whole, it is not dispersed.
In this aloneness I will gain a foundation of myself.
One does not spring out of transition fully formed.
