Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Abandonment of the Current "Reality"

Sometimes I think my reality is merely a long-sustained illusion.

The relationships that I cultivate and nourish, the walls I construct around myself, the boxes that I move myself to and from day after day, the images I have of myself, and the problems that I envision with their solutions. Am I always just a slight mind-slip away from seeing them as nothing more than a fiction? How important is it to them that I continue to believe and "progress" and shape them? What if I called them out and question their validity? Would they sustain or collapse? How hard would it be to wake up and be a completely different person-- with a different personality, face, and life? Do I want to? Is this what I am, or is this merely what my path has made me into?

Thoughts feel like a swarm of insects tonight. Hot and infectious, and there seems to be no escape.

Monday, May 14, 2012

Mini-Meditations for May

See the glass already broken: Every rock is formed and every rock will vanish. It is only a matter of when.  Use perspective. And instead of thinking, "Oh my God!," find yourself thinking, "Ah, there it goes..."

Search for the grain of truth in other's opinions: When you judge someone else's opinion, it doesn't say anything about the other person, but it does say something about your need to be judgmental.

Seek first to understand: Become more interested in understanding the other person, rather than being understood.

Wednesday, May 9, 2012

5/9/12:: Here is the upside: a lesson in being alone

Read this as slowly and as carefully as I wrote it:

Take each step lightly, with balance, in the moment, guided solely by internal values and passions, WITH HONESTY-- rather than trying to formulate plans and strive for certain outcomes. Don't seek perspective. Listen. And above ALL ELSE, be kind.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

3/22/12:: Really not surprised

I feel like a completely different person. My insides are clearing out.

But there's this one thing...

On really nice afternoons like today, when the sun is warm and the trees are blossomed, as I'm getting off the bus after work-- I sometimes get this overwhelming feeling that I'm going to turn my head... and you're going to be sitting on my front step waiting for me. You never are, of course. And you never would be.

But it really strikes me down with the same intense blow, every single time.