Tall and gently swaying In the muggy morning wind Footsteps crunching in the dry grass The river runs below Reach down low Pop, pop, pop! That earthy smell And the rough dryness on my hands

Waking early, In the dimness, silence roars. Heavy mountain rains, And the trickle of the creek. Picking wild herbs, The coolness of the bowl on my fingers. Unbinding in warm light, As the valley spirit returns. What is there to want?

Can you sit like the moss? Can you chant like a bird? Can you walk like a deer? Can you settle like a leaf? Uncovering what was buried, the eternal spring flows. – Anonymous

It makes sense to me that light is made of particles and waves like water. When it touches your skin. It wakes you up like water wakes you up, maybe because it’s a little scary to be touched by something so much larger than yourself. – Anonymous

Know what is going on. Just do what feels like the most right thing. See how it goes. Do the next right thing. See how it goes. …

Just listen. Not just with your ears. Not just with your ears and mind. Listen with every cell of your being, across all of the senses. Let whatever thoughts and feelings that are “not on purpose” come up. Listen to them as well, with the aspiration of sensing what seems best. You will know what…

Mind doesn’t have to take place “in here”, neither does it take place outside of here. Neither does life.

I want you to know that I am so very sorry. I have acted foolishly with this body I have limited, hurt and abused this mind I wrongly took all of these And now offer them back to you I have been so confused I just want you to know I did it all Because…

When thoughts and feelings are present, where do they come from? When they are absent, where did they go? Where is the source point of each breath? Continually experience the source.

What is the space between thoughts like?