always finish what was started and always clean up afterwards

the work softly slits the fabric of one's reality

making the soul visible

most of what passes for sensitivity is actually the selection process of the ego – an exercise in selfishness

real sensitivity is listening to/for the other – an exercise in forgetting self

in this game there is no final word

beauty infiltrates everywhere

ego barricades itself in with tension

in an ache
   of stillness

a still mind naturally gathers at dantien

meditation: our lifelong journey into silence

there's always something to enjoy and there's always something to grumble about

the choice is yours

the noisy noisome mind (talking to oneself rather than listening) is an insult to nature and the mark of a coward

but there are still flowers

meditation reveals just how terrifying it is to be in the world with no mind to stem the bleeding

exiled from oneself

the poor student rolls their eyes at the truth
and if they don't then it isn't the truth