I feel the ferocity of wanting. The tanha. (it is uncomfortable, this craving: the buddha calls it tanha). I get it, how badly you want this world to change, and how maddening it is that it doesn't (even as it does) I too want so much sometimes, and cannot quite just be settled here. I get it, the normalcy of the dark money, the crafty lobbyists, the politicos on private jets sickens you, in a way that perhaps most of us don’t really feel. We want change too, but with a strok
wake up you sleepyheads!
there are pancakes a-plenty and worms for everyone
if you haven't wheels, hitch a ride, but dammit,
get there. when you get there, you'll always get yourself, everywhere you turn.
everything wiggles and writhes, misery and wonderment.
if we are not marveling (as starfruit wonders at itself)
then the writhing begins
the trouble is, we writhe so well and so thoroughly that we think it is normal.
And we do it so subtly that no one can even see
is super, super big. The universe is vast and open. But humans can sometimes get endlessly lost in this life, on terrible orbital pathways, circling around the same ickiness.
What to do about that?
Metta is a practice of unconditional self-love. Metta is a re-set; it's a way of shifting the mind immediately and completely. The practice of Metta can take a human off a dismal trajectory and give them access to all of space again.
You can do it in seated
The year 2016 has sprung into being, and it will, in a blink, cease to be. As all things, it is impermanent. We relish one moment at a time. This is all there is. To be with this unfolding, moment by moment, with peace within ourselves, is the greatest possible gift. We don't really need anything more from this life, but to be with it, and to be present. Why, then, is it so compelling, somehow, to envision something into being? We know that in the midst of everything simply