We are our own worst enemies. We grind ourselves into disease and dust with our constant resistance to "what-is," no matter what it is. The grass is always greener and the mind a many-tentacled thing. Nevertheless, I resolve again this New Year's to take notice of my ceaseless restlessness as it happens, to stop squandering this peaceful present moment, and to cultivate awareness of no-mind until it becomes the autonomic default undergirding nothing, no matter what.
"...it is the One before whom words recoil." - Shankara
"...human craving can never be satisfied except by the unitive knowledge of God..." - Aldous Huxley
"...it is the One before whom words recoil." - Shankara
"...human craving can never be satisfied except by the unitive knowledge of God..." - Aldous Huxley
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