You are life. You aren’t a separate me who has a life, as if you’re outside of life, owning some little corner of it.
There are no corners. There is no separation and so there is no one to own anything. You and life are one in the same.
Life wants to live. I mean, it looks that way, doesn’t it? Life lives on and on and on, taking temporary shape after temporary shape after temporary shape. There appears to be a never-ending movement toward living always underway.
As soon as Miller’s bone broke, the break began to heal. Casts don’t heal–they simply offer support while life heals, the same way Change Coaches, therapists, “healers”, and medication offer support, when they do, while life heals. Life is the only thing that ever does the healing.
As life arises as experience, that experience begins falling away and is replaced by new experience. A thought or feeling or memory or inclination rises and falls, no different from an inhale and exhale.
Can it be that simple and that full of life?
I know, thought arises and says, “This feeling should be gone by now and it should never come back”. That’s a thought.
Or thought arises and says, “Too much. Too slow. I’d like life to present in this other way because that would make me happy.” That’s a thought.
Or thought arises and says, “What if the bone doesn’t heal? What if life gets it wrong? That happens, you know.” That’s a thought.
But really, what could be wrong when it’s simply how life is living?
There are no corners. There is no separation and so there is no one to own anything. You and life are one in the same.
Life wants to live. I mean, it looks that way, doesn’t it? Life lives on and on and on, taking temporary shape after temporary shape after temporary shape. There appears to be a never-ending movement toward living always underway.
As soon as Miller’s bone broke, the break began to heal. Casts don’t heal–they simply offer support while life heals, the same way Change Coaches, therapists, “healers”, and medication offer support, when they do, while life heals. Life is the only thing that ever does the healing.
As life arises as experience, that experience begins falling away and is replaced by new experience. A thought or feeling or memory or inclination rises and falls, no different from an inhale and exhale.
Can it be that simple and that full of life?
I know, thought arises and says, “This feeling should be gone by now and it should never come back”. That’s a thought.
Or thought arises and says, “Too much. Too slow. I’d like life to present in this other way because that would make me happy.” That’s a thought.
Or thought arises and says, “What if the bone doesn’t heal? What if life gets it wrong? That happens, you know.” That’s a thought.
But really, what could be wrong when it’s simply how life is living?
