doing nothing

“sitting quietly, doing nothing
spring arrives
and the grass grows by itself”

quietly, doing nothing
the heart beats
and the body moves by itself

quietly, doing nothing
desires arise
and the body responds by itself

doing nothing
thought comes
and dreams a world by itself

doing nothing
actions arise
by themselves, sans an actor

the peace the mind so longs to find

opening our heart
looking, listening deeply

is there a need for this moment
to be any different than what it is?

is it good enough?

or is there an underlying restlessness
that says: i can’t be at peace until…

… until there are no more wars, no more suffering,
until i am different, until things make sense…

our minds have their
particular conditions

that keep them agitated and
continually seeking for more, different or better

does this very seeking obscure
the peace of this moment?

the peace the mind so longs to find

in this moment, here, now,
there is peace and tenderness
it is not personal,
it is endlessly intimate

discoveries

have you ever sung along to a song
only to discover that for years
you have gotten some of the words wrong?

a misunderstanding, a misperception
revealed itself

what happens next?

how does the mind’s-ear hear
the song after that discovery?

does the mind adopt
the new version of the song,

or does it continue to sing
its old version?

discovery is only the beginning

what happens next
unveils even more

now, maybe for decades
you believed the inner narrator
was your own true voice

then a discovery appeared
that the inner narrator
is only thoughts happening
all by themselves

well now,
that’s a big ass reveal

this discovery is the beginning
to a fascinating unveiling

stay tuned
it’s unfolding
right now

mostly harmless?

recently i was asked the question:
what are your goals for this year?

a simple question,
it sounds harmless

maybe the answer is:
i want to be happier, more secure,
better myself, help humanity,
have better relationships, be worthy of love,
be more spiritual, enlightenment…

yet what is hidden in the goals?

is what is now
not good enough?

believing that reaching the goal
will bring the happily ever after ending

if so the striving begins…
to cross the gap
between what is and what should be

after having played the game
of goal setting countless of times
it becomes clear
that lasting peace and happiness
is not found through more striving

yet, noticing this thinking process,
the virus of “not good enough”
that leads to endless seeking
is a beautiful stepping stone

well then, what’s the answer
to the question?

belonging

what does it feel like to belong?

it feels like comfortable clothes
you forgot you were wearing
it is unselfconscious
no striving, no difference


when breathing do you belong to the air?
does the air belong to you?

there’s only breathing
no air, no you, just breathing

no self-consciousness
about accepting the gift of air
nor worry that the exhale will not be welcomed back

when walking do you belong to the earth?

the earth beneath your feet supports you without question
it never hints that you should change

and do the feet not love the earth
the solid ground?

touching, being touched
there is no conflict
no self-consciousness
no question of superiority
no fear of not good enough
there is acceptance all the way around


so the feet have found belonging
and the lungs have found belonging
and the whole body has found
belonging in the vast living web

the body has never not belonged
was and never is separate

it thrives and plays its part
whether young or old, healthy or sick, it belongs


now, what about shame?
what about guilt?
what about rage?

they too belong
like all the colors and all the sounds
these curious emotions
are part of the living web

or would you rather cut them out?
separate them from the whole?

is insight vast enough to say:
“shame, guilt, rage - you i shall cast out.
you do not belong.”

consider how great your mind is at playing chess
then multiply the moves by infinity…

can the mind think through all the permutations
of what would happen if it begins excluding this or that
from the harmonious workings of the living web

tough question isn’t it?

but mind doesn’t like facing infinity for long,
doesn’t like feeling out of control
at the edge of uncertainty…

so it keeps practicing:
separating life into good and bad,
into “this i accept and that will have to change
before it can get my approval”

it keeps practicing all the conditions it has
for others to belong, for life to be as it is

oh foolish, self-important, self-righteous mind

don’t worry about how others play the game
how they cut and separate
you have a much more immediate field of dreams…

like it or not
you belong, as you are
they belong, as they are

nothing and no one is separate
it’s all quite perfect as it is

bringing ease to body and mind

a little check in…
are you comfortable?

how is the body
feeling right now?

would it welcome
more ease?

if so, allow the body to find
a more comfortable posture

maybe a small shift,
a deep breath, a little stretch…

even a smile can help
bring relaxation to the body

and the mind
is it comfortable?

would it welcome
some loving attention?

maybe a ray of gratitude?

what would help the mind
feel more spacious and at ease?

maybe it begins by asking:
mind would you enjoy a pause?
body would you like to relax?

bringing a little ease
to body and mind

believing

where does belief live?
what does the believing?

it seems that believing
is agreeing with a story
that the mind has been told
and then continues to retell to itself

i used to believe in Santa Claus,
maybe you did too?
for the four year old girl Santa Claus was real,
a few years later Santa Claus no longer existed
poof!

when is a belief outgrown?
is it when experience disproves belief?
seeing dad step out of a Santa suit can do that
or because peers, mentors and media tell the mind otherwise?
or because reason says: this story isn’t adding up anymore?

beliefs come and go

even the most treasured beliefs are subject to change

does the mind currently believe in an afterlife?
does it believe in ghosts? in god? in yeti?
does the mind believe in happy endings?
in free will?
in soul? in spirit?
in the infallibility of the senses?
in the “Big Bang” as the creation theory of everything?

does the mind believe it is right during an argument?
only to realize that its belief of rightness was based on a misperception?
Oops! what happens to the certainty of belief then?

mind has been conditioned to believe
to believe what it’s been told
to outsource its reasoning to experts

mind has learned to accept
the thoughts, ideas, views, ideals, beliefs it experiences without much questioning

mind likes to feel comforted, comfortable and certain
mind has learned not to ask too many questions of itself

proving or disproving a belief is laborious
so beliefs can stay in place unquestioned

like a king, ruling with unchecked authority,
beliefs hold vast influence and power in the mind

what does the mind really want:
belief or truth?
usually both,
but then it’s hard to have your cake and eat it too

is the mind willing let go of all it thinks it knows and begin again
demanding of itself to answer:
what is true?

play along

please play along,
what is present right now?

attention scans about
and becomes aware
of something

hurray for attention
it discovers without fail
something

some experience,
a body sensation maybe,
a sound, a feeling …
could be anything

attention pauses
and moves on
to the next experience
free and smooth

looking closer
what can be noticed?

often the mind narrates
the experience to itself:
“oh, this tastes good, it’s better than yesterday, i like it…”
in endless variations

the mind compares,
likes and dislikes,
judges from its banks of memory

often the narration
becomes more important
than the freshness of the present moment

attention is placed on narration
no longer listening to what is

the moment becomes veiled by words
by comparisons, likes and dislikes,
assumptions, expectations, beliefs…

imagine your lover would greet you like this
never seeing you as you are
right now
only a veiled version,
their historic version of you 

being with, listening,
accepting without commentary,
without boredom,
seems to be quite difficult

pondering forgiveness

i may wish
to forgive

i may wish
to feel forgiven

i may be unable
to forgive,
or feel forgiven

i may expect forgiveness
to come easily

i notice impatience causes
pressures in body and mind

looking deeper, it seems
that forgiving happens
in its own time

not conforming to
my desires and expectations

it’s a new notion,
that the dynamics of forgiveness
are out of my control

mindfulness

mindfulness
effortlessly
observing

flowing
energy

noticing sound, breath,
the flight of a bird,
the gesture of a hand,
a thought, trees, the atmosphere
in the room, an emotion,
the changing light…

simply witnessing
what is present

without trying
to change it

living is vibrant,
intimate
when the mind is still

the fog clears

years of conditioning
has created a filter

affecting how the world is seen,
how response to stimuli is expressed

this filter, this smudge on the lens
is unique to each of us

it is impersonal, yet viewed
as highly personal

you didn’t choose it,
neither did anyone else

it happened
and continues to happen

the mind may balk at this,
fret, sulk, put up a fight

until it yields
and the fog clears

cherish the season

what’s in season right now
as you look into nature

here, in the pacific northwest
it is rain, fog and gusty winds

creeks and rivers are full again
the birds, fish and animals

all flowing harmoniously
with the rhythm of the season

and the movements of humankind
follow their patterns too

no difference, we all belong
to the web of life

what’s in season
in your body and mind?

the body following
its patterns

the mind responding
according to its conditioning

what’s in season
in this brilliant never here before,
never here again breath?

with this lens
living is ephemeral,

emerging, impersonal
and deeply intimate

cherish the season
of now

what do you see

what do you see
in the picture?

where are your eyes drawn?
where does attention linger?

on the birds?
on the emptiness of the sky?

has your mind already
told itself a story about it?

maybe a recognition,
a flash of memory,
a like, or dislike

it happens so fast
doesn’t it
the commentary on
the feast in each moment

spontaneously
each movement arises
then fades from view

all appearing
on the backdrop
of stillness

beneath each sense impression
beneath each thought
stillness abounds