It is often childish and unskilled behavior that keeps us from getting what we want,
not the lack of luck as we might like to think.
I am just a journalist,
storying my own trip down a path I call my life?
What is bursting in my chest, wanting to be said?
Is it words?
Which comes first, second, third?
I know that action comes fourth.
In letting go of my self ish ness,
I can’t. Because of the word “my”.
There is no need being met that does not include my need being met.
There is no hurt that is caused that does not include my being hurt.
So take yourself out and meet somebody’s need.
I don’t know what else to do.
Maybe the next question is “How?”
Out on the edge of change, where things are going by really fast – that is where I often hang.
The edge makes me pay attention. I get less distracted there.
But besides that, it’s addicting, the adrenalin I guess, and other chemicals. I can feel them. I can pay close attention to the finest details when I am on the edge, because that is the purpose of a person out there – to beware. It’s for protection, but therein lie the most beautiful and delicate sensations. They are simply delightful to pay attention to.
So I guess life becomes wonderful and dangerous in the same moment, which I think of not so much as time but as space. Some people like to skydive or scuba dive, or ski fast, or heave themselves into the air. Not me – never. Not even go fast in a car and barely will I get on an airplane.
But give me that edge of change, where constant shifts are giving the appearance that there is no solidity, where sustainablitiy means adaptation, where I have to dance to discover the ground under my moving feet.
Life requires Stuff.
Stuff sustains life.
Life sustains Stuff.
Stuff sustains Stuff.
I want my life to be about life, not about Stuff.
But what is sustainable life without sustainable Stuff?
Is this the Stuff of life?
Americans seem to have a seriously deep aversion to death.
Death is a word. To what experience does death refer?
I think death refers to the experience, not of the one who dies, but of the witnesses, those who experience loss.
Death is not regrettable, any more than an exhale is regrettable.
What if we re-named the experience we call death, re-birth?
Who knows that death is not re-birth?
How can it be otherwise?
To accept death, give up attachment to life, and become ready to be re-born.
I live life not in fear of dying. I hope I will not exhaust life’s resources in order to resist death, only to die anyway.
Today is a good day to die. Therefore, it is a good day to live.
Breathe out. Breathe in. This is the miracle.
Breathe out. Do not breathe in. Then?
Vows are empty
They cannot be seen, tasted, smelled, touched, or thought.
Vows are empty, yet give form to my life,
as though they are the cause and I the effect.
This is why I received them.
Life is delicate. Care for it.
Life bears witness to our actions.
Our actions bear witness to our heart.
Our heart bears witness to our soul.
Our soul to our body.
body to life.
Handle with care.
I stepped into the stream and saw what comes toward me, and I looked the other way to the things that had swept on beyond me. I looked upstream and I looked downstream. To the present moment, I applied wisdom of patience, virtue of discipline, honesty of love, ethic of compassion, witness of truth.
I am my only reference point for all that a human being can be. Offering loving kindess to myself always feels like the right thing to do. It always feels right to offer it to others as well.
I can’t think of anything better or easier to do. I think life is delicate and should be handled with great heart.
Dai Shin is the name given me by my teacher. Dai Shin is translated Great Heart. Great does not mean good, but refers to spaciousness, large or deep space. Shin means heart and/or mind. In this case, heart does not refer to an anatomical organ, nor mind refer to brain.
Great Heart Blog is a space to share my experiences of life as Dai Shin. For me, Dai Shin is not a name. It is a path.
Gate gate paragate, parasamgate, bodhi svaha.