Dear friend,
There’s a portal we can cross through into a different world.
Out of time into timelessness.
It’s so simple and easy and obvious to find, the false self has marshalled its not inconsiderable forces of distraction to keep us from it.
My nose needs blowing, as my body is playing host to a benign virus. A spring cold, so mild I hardly notice it, sitting facing the morning sun, with a yellow woollen blanket over my knees, typing into the cloud.
But maybe it’s not a cloud, more like an evolving neural network. All of this writing, billions of words and images every day. More and more. Billions of humans connecting through technology.
The noise online is cacophony.
It can suck out the goodness in your day and leave you feeling spent, which is in fact what happens when we give our attention to the corrupted extractive networks that see human life force in terms of profit and power.
No.
The stillness of the air this morning.
The coo of the wood pigeons.
The beauty of the spring flowers.
The breath in my body.
The life in the muscles.
The flap of a bird’s wings as it pushes back the air and rights itself on the cherry tree branch.
The starlight that warms my skin and makes me squint at the screen.
You. Stopping by to read and be here for a moment in time.
A glass of clean water, mint from the garden and cucumber from the street market.
Appreciation also means to grow.
What if we made the effort today to seek more of that which we appreciate today?
How would our world change?
Like the lesson they say birthed Zen.
The silent Buddha.
Smiling in appreciation with a flower.
A portal into the world beyond the noise and haste and hurry.
Till tomorrow
Love
Mikey