Author Archives: joeylott
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I’ve heard people speak of “being yourself”.
I thought it was something to aspire to. I thought that someday, once I figured everything out and was perfect, then I’d get to be myself.
As if being myself was a reward for being good enough.
As if myself is some static object.
I first saw the falseness of this years ago. I thought at that time that I had “woken up” to my “true self” through this seeing.
Yet it’s such a seductive idea that I am amazed at how it continues to hypnotize me.
But that hypnosis – though it promises ease and painlessness – turns out to be a kind of suffering.
I started writing and blogging a few years ago with the intention of shining a light on that suffering, revealing it for what it is.
Despite the fact that I’ve done my best to proclaim my imperfection and utter lack of attainment of anything, I slowly built up in my own mind the idea that I had an image to protect. The image of the one who woke up through this seeing.
Which is nonsense. And suffering. And unnecessary.
What I want so much to share is that it is okay for us each to be ourselves…as we are right now.
Not that we have to become ourselves. Or maintain ourselves.
Or that ourselves need to be nice or good or smart or right or true or authentic or anything.
And not that we need to take pride in ourselves or defend ourselves as right.
Just that it is okay to actually love ourselves unconditionally.
But I guess the truth is, I don’t know that is true for you. I just know it is true for me right now.
I get to love myself unconditionally. And I get to love you unconditionally. I get to love unconditionally.
Which doesn’t mean I have to condone everything. It doesn’t mean I have to justify and defend anything.
I can be wrong. I can make mistakes. I can learn and do better.
But I also get to love unconditionally.
It also doesn’t mean I have to love unconditionally. Or that I have to act in a particular way. Or that I have to appear loving. Or that I have to acknowledge this unconditional love.
Because that’s the trap of building up an image of myself to protect that I was referring to earlier.
What I mean is simply that I get to love unconditionally. Right now. In this fragile moment of vulnerability.
And that’s the danger of being myself; it’s so fragile. It’s completely ungraspable. And inimitable.
I don’t get to be anything other than this.
Sometimes my opinion of this is good. Sometimes bad.
But this is what I get to be right now.
If I am willing to be vulnerable and love unconditionally, I receive the gift of my imperfection.
If I am unwilling, then I suffering until I am willing.
Then, a miracle. The danger of being myself is that miracle.
I woke up irritable.
My partner, Sarah, wasn’t feeling well.
I got up – irritably – to feed and otherwise be available for my children.
And I didn’t like any of it.
I didn’t like being irritable – the shoulders tense, the knotting in the stomach. (Things I “should know better than”.)
I didn’t like my behavior – the tone in my voice, the aggression in my demeanor and speech. (More things I “should know better than”.)
I just wanted it to go away. (Yet more that I “should know better than”.)
Because none of that is part of my self-concept.
My self-concept is nice, relaxed, at ease, friendly, kind, generous, selfless, happy.
Always because concepts are dead.
Life is alive.
Life isn’t always anything. It is dynamic. It is ungraspable.
So what should I do? Should I do a meditation? Should I breathe consciously?
How about this: nothing.
Like life (because it is life), the significance of “nothing” is dynamic. And I am ever-amazed at the ways in which nothing is possible.
It’s not a dead nothing – not a concept of nothing. Not like sitting in empty space with no light, no breeze, no movement, etc.
It’s a living nothing. It’s the complete ease of this as it is.
Which includes irritability and not liking irritability and not liking not liking irritability and so on to infinity.
Because, and I’m sticking my neck out here, I find no evidence whatsoever that any of this matters.
Meaning, why have I imagined that irritability is a problem?
If it’s not a problem – or at least if there’s no proof that it’s a problem – is there any obligation to do anything about it?
And even if I play along like it’s a problem and do something about it, is that a problem?
Nothing is so easy that it is mind-blowing. So easy that if difficulty occurs, even the difficulty is occurring with absolute ease.
Which is exactly what is happening.
The mind comes up with so many objections. But the objections happen with complete ease. Tension happens with complete ease. Because none of this is opposed.
Not even the opposition is opposed.
What if we get to be exactly as we are?
It’s no secret that I have a history of extreme obsessiveness
So it probably comes as no surprise when I tell you that I was serious about getting to the bottom of things.
Let me give you an example. I became obsessed with yoga. Not in the casual sense of obsessed. Not merely “I’m going to yoga class and then pranayama every single day” kind of obsessed.
Not merely “In addition to the yoga class and pranayama I’m also going to stare at a candle flame for long periods of time and recite mantras for hours every day” kind of obsessed.
Not merely “In addition to all that, I’m also going to stick a string through my nostril and pull the end through my mouth so I can clean back there and I’m going to swallow a cloth and pull it back up to clean my stomach” kind of obsessed.
I was consumed. I read everything I could get my hands on. I went to every “authentic” yoga- or Hindu-themed things I could find.
I went to an all-day event with an Indian yoga-enlightenment-spiritual master so “authentic” even his translator needed a translator.
And I had to bring a coconut. It was one of the rules.
I attended pujas.
The whole nine yards.
And, along with all of that, I became obsessed with eating a purely “sattvic” diet.
After all, I reasoned that I was trying to be as “sattvic” as possible in my actions, my thoughts, my intents, etc. So I didn’t want to screw it all up by eating, God-forbid, garlic or something terrible like that, which would throw off my spiritual energy.
If you’re not familiar with the idea, sattva refers to one of the three gunas in the yogic/Hindu/Vedantic system. The gunas are energies or attributes. Sattva is viewed as the energy of “purity”. Rajas is dynamic. Tamas is dull and violent.
In many schools of philosophy, people are encouraged to cultivate sattva.
Some yogic schools of thought take that to an extreme.
I took it still further.
I wanted to know what foods are entirely and always sattvic in their nature and what means of eating these foods is entirely and always sattvic.
I poured over lists I found in books and on the internet.
The lists didn’t always agree.
I meditated upon it. I read and re-read the lists. I read and re-read about those making the lists to determine their authority, their purity. I meditated upon it again.
Round and round and round I went.
I was determined to get to the bottom of it. I wanted the truth.
to discover what should have been obvious: there was nothing sattvic about my entire attitude and relationship with life/myself.
Talk about violence and dullness. Tamasic through and through.
The pursuit of truth seems so noble.
But it is a form of violence. In fact, I think it is the heart of violence.
Because it objectifies truth and the one who is searching for it.
It creates division where there is none.
It makes the end more important than the means.
It overlooks what is immediate and obvious and real.
It is ignorance in the most basic sense.
I’ve come to discover that truth is not an object. The division is a fiction borne of ignorance. The means are more important than the end. Because the end is a fiction and the means are now.
And if we want to say that there is truth, if we want to give a name to it, that is fine. But then “truth” is this right now.
Before it can be objectified. Before it can be ignored. Before the whole make-believe of truth out there.
Yet it’s ungraspable. So that whole paradigm of me searching for truth, acquiring truth, possessing truth turns out to be false.
My goodness, what an incredible, unthinkable, unbelievable, amazing, mysterious gift. Aliveness, truth, this. Already, indifferently here.
The ignorant pursuit of truth is all that seems to obscure truth.
And it cannot even do that. Because as soon as I stop, it’s clear that nothing ever obscured truth. Truth just looked like ignorance and suffering.
As I wrote in a recent post, to be willing to truly stop, to give up, to make no effort, to relax the conditioned self-protective mechanism against life happening, to release that fixation on thought and feeling and problem – that goes against the momentum of a lifetime. It goes against the identity I have mistaken myself to be.
And it is the most blessed thing that has ever happened in my life.
I don’t mean that it happened once in the past.
It happens now.
Just by looking honestly.
Just by admitting that I can’t figure it out.
I have failed. I can only fail. And that failing is a gift.
P.S. – This post was partially inspired by another blog post I published today on the website for the podcast I do with Luis Campos. You can read that post here if you’d like: http://completelyordinary.com/celebrity-dangerous-teachings-and-responsibility/
When I first heard of the idea that all of life doesn’t revolve around me – that the object/thought I had mistaken myself to be might not be findable – it simultaneously had two effects.
One effect was to begin an inquiry into whether ideas or thought are actually the final truth.
The other effect was to trigger the self-centered, possessive mechanism that wants to claim everything as its own.
And this second effect is one that I didn’t even begin to recognize as such until fairly recently.
There is a great irony – and one that was lost of me for a long time – in rooms full of people gathered in the self-centered pursuit of no self.
I attended such gatherings because I wanted to improve the object I mistook myself to be. I wanted a better me. A happier, more confident, better-defined self.
And I wanted to claim that self and hold it up and proclaim, “This better self has discovered that there is no self!”
Here’s the funny thing: the more I inquire, the more I “wake up”, the more I discover that there’s a great joy in throwing the central caution of self-centeredness to the wind.
My friend, John Veen, recently used the term “unreasonable” to describe this joy. And it really struck me when he did because that is how I experience it.
It is totally unreasonable. Reason/caution/self-centeredness declares that protecting my future self’s security is all important. That is all that is reasonable.
And from that perspective, to be willing to release this chronic fixation and the physical contraction/posture of that fixation is not only unreasonable. It is reckless. It is like stepping off the edge of a cliff.
But upon stepping off the edge in this totally unreasonable way, it seems abundantly clear that reason and self-centeredness are just this tiny speck in the totality of the openness of life.
Sure, we can cling to them, maintain this tense posture. But why bother?
There’s joy in finally admitting that my feelings, my opinions, my beliefs, and even my life aren’t worth fixating on in that way.
They aren’t bad or wrong either, of course. No more than a speck of dust is wrong.
But imagine clinging to a speck of dust as though everything hinged upon it. As though it was all-important.
And if anybody came near, you’d lash out in self-protective violence. “My speck of dust! Don’t come so close!”
The irony is, of course, even the speck of dust is harmed by this isolation.
Let it be free.
Another funny thing: much of my life I assumed that my wants, needs, preferences, and feelings were worth managing because they seemed to be fundamental to happiness.
Meaning: I thought I needed to feel good to be happy.
Turns out not to be true.
And that’s good news. Because I could never figure out perfectly what feeling good was or what I really wanted.
I don’t think any of this is a moral issue. So please don’t mistake it for that. I’m not saying that we should become selfless. And I’m not saying we must do anything.
I’m just suggesting that an honest inquiry may be revealing and surprising. It sure is surprising to me.
I wouldn’t have guessed that happiness could be apparently uncaused and independent of how I feel or my opinion of myself.
Today I had a really nice Skype conversation with somebody, and it reminded me of the importance of “the basics”.
What do I mean by “the basics”?
I mean the recognition of the impermanent, ungraspable aliveness of this moment.
It is to recognize that the problem that seems to demand that we solve it is for a future self who will never arrive.
It is to recognize that the problem is a fiction.
This is not to negate the validity of the problems in their own domain – in time and space and for people who can and must do things.
But it is to recognize that simultaneously, there exists the domain – what my friend, John Veen, calls the vertical context.
And this domain is timeless and knows nothing of problems or solutions. It is a nondual domain. It is indivisible.
This domain is instantly obvious if I relax the chronic fixation on story.
Give it a whirl right now.
Just for a moment, relax the attention on thoughts.
Just for a moment, don’t try to solve anything.
Just for a moment, let all thoughts slip and slide and do whatever they do without following them.
And maybe you find that you naturally inhabit sensation. Direct. Raw. Unknowable. Indivisible.
This is the basics.
Notice how this aliveness doesn’t actually know anything of division. It cannot actually know of problems.
There’s a tension, a focus, a fixation that is required to do that. That fixation narrows this open awareness, like squinting does to vision. It generates a kind of illusion of division – this and that, here and there, now and then. me and you.
But if I just let go for a moment, where are the boundaries? Where is the division? No such thing is found.
Again, this doesn’t negate the domain of mind, of duality. It just reveals something of the nature of that “other” domain. Like waking from a dream doesn’t negate the dream. It just reveals something of the nature of that dream domain.
What it reveals, I cannot say. Because what it reveals is too immediate and ungraspable.
But it is obvious. Just go back to basics, and it’s obvious – obvious that it is always obvious.
Today I want to write about something uncomfortable for me.
It’s uncomfortable because I am asking questions in what I am about to write – not trying to answer them. So there is a lot of room for misunderstanding here.
But one thing I have discovered for myself is this: life is risky. There is no guarantee of safety. And the fullness of life seems to be found in the willingness to be exposed and wrong.
So here goes.
I’ve been contemplating something lately. And that is dangerous. Because when I contemplate things, I often get plunged into them directly, experientially, without any protection.
This was no exception.
What I’ve been contemplating is this: is there a kind of movement, of activity, that is not about right and wrong, good and bad?
I’ve been contemplating this very much since the incident that inspired my recent book, Wake Up Dream On.
If you haven’t yet read it, here’s a very, very short summary: I became suddenly extremely sick. I believed it likely that I would die momentarily. I survived. I mean, the animal survived. It is still animated. The idea of myself didn’t survive because it never was.
But I digress.
Point being, out of that came a new emphasis. Like a kind of dawning of something that I was faintly aware of, but now it is brighter.
And that is what I term “outer freedom” in the book.
This “outer freedom” is not separate from “inner freedom”. It is the same. But it is an aspect as both sides of a coin are aspects of the same coin.
And the realization is that “inner freedom” without “outer freedom” is a lie that eventually reveals a kind of bondage to an idea rather than the fullness of the vulnerability of being.
So my contemplation has been what is the nature of “outer freedom”. And we could call “outer freedom” by other names. We could call it spontaneous, nondual activity. We could call it, dare I say, happiness. Not the happiness of acquisition and protection. Rather, the happiness of – and here I’m going to say something really vulnerable and dangerous – the happiness of being, the happiness of open heartedness.
What is the nature of this kind of activity?
I don’t have the answer to that question. Not as something I can possess or formulate. But I do believe that I can now hint at it, talk around it, and maybe you’ll catch a glimpse.
As you may know – since I sent out an email to almost everybody on my email lists yesterday about this – yesterday I found a dog lying in the median of Interstate 25. Cars were zipping by at 80 miles per hour, and he was sitting there calmly, regally, as though nothing was happening.
I stopped, got out of my car, and crossed into the median to find out what was going on.
Long story, short, his leg was broken and he seemed to be asking for help. I managed – through the assistance of somebody I waved down – to get him in my car and drive him to the nearest animal hospital with emergency care (since it was a Sunday).
The surgery to help his leg heal is $2000 – something I don’t feel that my family can spare right now. So I set up a fundraiser online and sent an email.
Within 12 hours, people have contributed over $2800. Incredible. Thank you. Thank you.
I’ve paid for the surgery, and the vet will do it later on today.
Did I do a good deed?
I don’t know. I can’t know.
But I did do what my heart spoke.
Not what my mind said to do.
Because my mind said, “This is a mess. You can’t take this dog. Nobody wants this dog. This dog has almost certainly been abandoned here to die. You can’t afford to help this dog. It’s complicated. And you’re supposed to be in Colorado in an hour. You can’t do this. Just turn away. Just leave him. We all die. This may just be his time. You can’t save everybody.”
All true, perhaps. Or part true.
A good deed? Maybe not. How can I know? I don’t have enough information to know that. Maybe for him to survive, billions of beings have to die. The metal for the pin that will go in his leg is at the cost of environmental harm (mining). The drugs he is being given cause untold harm in their production process and disposal.
It’s all too complicated. I can’t know what is right. I can’t know what is good.
But right and good are in time. They are in thought.
Does that make them bad and wrong? I doubt it.
But they are insoluble (by me) because I don’t exist in time and thought. And I cannot possess enough time and thought to figure it all out.
What is clear, however, is the heart. It is timeless and thoughtless. It is yes. It is now.
But wait! Before I latch on to a new thought: “Thought and time are bad and wrong. Mind is bad. Only heart is good.” Let me pause.
That’s too rigid. The heart doesn’t exclude mind, thought, and time. It says yes.
See? I told you I wouldn’t have answers. I told you this would be questions.
And it opens me up. If you are willing, maybe it opens you up to what is happening. The fullness and murkiness of it.
Still, I explore this. Because I am curious. And because it seems so real in its impermanence. There is nothing to grasp. Grasp as I might, I am left empty handed and open hearted.
This play continues. And more and more it seems like a play. Not just play. But a play. The the thoughts and time aren’t bad. They are the play. Somehow they seem to open something up to a greater experience of itself – the fullness and richness of itself. The sadness, the anger, the fear all part of the happiness of the heart.
And here is something that is amazing to me – something that I cannot really put into words, but again, my heart is pouring forth, this uncontrollable deluge of ‘yes’ that seems to be related to this: through connection, through communication, through the willingness to be vulnerable and say yes, somehow not just me, but 78+ people came together through the heart.
I don’t know what that means. I don’t know, but it has had a major impact on me. And it causes me to wonder what is possible.
The world of mind – which we seem to see a lot of in the news and on social media and at work – creates a timebound spell of destiny and doom and hope and gloom.
But there seems to be something we all-too-often overlook. The possibility of tuning into the heart, which is now, which is yes. And this is connection and vulnerability and intimacy and tears and outpouring of unknowing.
Thank you. Thank you for everything.
Can you name just one thing that you have completely mastered?
And every master of anything – guitar, woodworking, mathematics, etc. – I’ve ever met or heard speak about their craft has said that the more they learn, the more they realize how much they don’t know.
Those who have “mastered” a craft are merely practiced enough to recognize how insignificant their “mastery” is.
So why did I believe that I could master life?
If I’ve gained any wisdom, it is only to the degree that I have discovered what I don’t know.
In other words, in my experience wisdom is the name given to the natural, open state of not-knowing and not clinging to any answers or any insistence that one needs to or could know.
Yet this conditioned impulse to know, to understand, to name, to define, to solve often continues.
And it can take the form of “Now I know that I don’t know”.
It’s a kind of clinging to the promise of security. As if knowing that I don’t know offers me protection from life.
But here’s a radical notion: we don’t need protection from life. Not even from the most frightening aspects of life.
Because we are life.
This is life.
Not that recognizing this offers protection, mind you. Because it doesn’t.
But there is an opportunity to let go and enjoy the terrifying ride in all it’s mysterious glory.
Don’t think that is protection either.
No protection. And no protection needed. We’re being destroyed before we even existed.
I started to notice something really amazing a few years back.
Since then, I’ve continued to pay attention. I guess you could say that I’ve been conducting a long-term experiment.
It’s been so useful that I’d like to share it with you so that you too can experiment.
The convention when sharing such a thing is to first explain the benefit to you should you choose to do the experiment.
And this gets a little tricky because honestly, the benefit is not something most people would perceive as very beneficial because it involves a lot of discomfort.
Mostly, we are convinced that we don’t want discomfort. And we will go to great (and very uncomfortable) lengths in an attempt to avoid discomfort.
So let me say this again: this experiment involves a lot of discomfort.
But here’s the thing: all that discomfort was the driver of every behavior up until taking up this experiment. Every time there was discomfort, I predictably took evasive action.
I said a wanted freedom, but I didn’t see the irony of the fact that I was actually attempting to further enslave myself by avoiding a large swath of experience.
Do you see what I mean? Isn’t it odd that I said I wanted freedom, but I was trying to blot out maybe 90 percent of what is? Maybe 100 percent, to tell the truth.
Okay. So now on to the experiment.
I am not sure I can fully convey the experiment in a single post. So I’ll not endeavor to do so. But this will be a start.
What I started to see was two very significant points, though I never formulated it as such until just now.
First, there was the insight that my suffering involved avoidance/rejection/resistance.
In other words, suffering wasn’t something that was done to me. Suffering was something I was doing.
This is a very important point.
I started to notice that I was conditioned to resist my experience whenever certain feeling states occurred.
I mistakenly believed that the feeling states were a problem. And for years I had been at war with the feeling states, thinking that would solve the problem.
But once I saw that the feeling states weren’t the problem – that it was my conditioned response/behavior that produced the suffering – I couldn’t go back to fighting with my experience in the same way. I had seen too much.
The second point is this: that conditioned behavior that produced suffering was unconscious. However, once it became conscious, it unraveled.
When I say that it unraveled, I don’t mean that the behavior instantly stopped. Much of the behavior has not stopped even now.
But something changed, and the momentum of the vicious cycle of suffering had been undone.
The experiment goes something like this: whenever I notice that I am suffering, I simply look and pay attention to what is actually happening.
This is not something I do in thought. This is direct.
I simply pay attention to what is actually happening.
Sensations in the body. Conditioned contraction. Rejection. Resistance.
I just pay attention.
And in this seeing, something is released. In that, it becomes clear that there never was a problem. There never was suffering. There never was anything happening.
This is why I can say in the same breath that I no longer suffer and simultaneously whenever I suffer I inquire.
Let me give you a specific and mundane example from this evening.
I was making dinner. I was hungry.
My daughter began telling me what she wanted me to do for her. “Get me water”, “I want an egg now”, “Give me bacon”.
Each time she made a request I was irritated.
She wasn’t asking in the “right” way. She wasn’t playing the game according to my rules. She wasn’t attempting to be pleasing to me.
My conditioned response was resistance.
But what was actually happening?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Nothing graspable, at least.
My best attempts to grasp and give words to it can only extend so far as to say sounds and sensations were happening.
But even that is too much. That is stretching the truth.
Because the truth is that I cannot grasp or objectify what was or is happening.
To be willing to really inquire in this way without an agenda, without looking for the answer that will satisfy me or give me the results I think I want, is supremely uncomfortable.
And it is supremely delightful.
I received a really wonderful email today. The person wrote that “seeking seems to be [an] addiction”, then proposed a solution to this problem by abstaining from reading for four weeks.
I love this email and thank this person for giving voice so clearly to the core of the dilemma.
I recognize this so well. Here’s an example of how I used to play this game.
I was living in the Los Angeles, California area at the time. One day I decided that I was done with suffering/seeking.
So I concocted a solution: “I’ll drive to Malibu Canyon and hike up to the top of a big hill and sit there until I wake up.”
I drove to Malibu Canyon, hiked up the hill, and sat down.
Then I waited.
“Am I still suffering?,” I wondered.
“Must be,” I thought. “I don’t feel any great, cosmic, psychedelic release yet.”
I continued to sit there.
Pretty soon I started to get cold. And hungry. And uncomfortable.
I hiked back down the hill, got in my car, and drove home. I felt disappointed in myself because I felt that I hadn’t performed the right ritual in the right way. I had failed to have enough endurance to see it through. I had done something wrong.
This played out in small and big ways daily.
Sometimes I’d go on a “spiritual retreat”, expecting that it would give me that great big cosmic, psychedelic release, the enlightenment I thought I wanted.
Mid-way through the retreat I’d start to get nervous. Why hadn’t anything happened yet?
On the last day I was really anxious. Why hadn’t it happened?
As I would drive home from the retreat I’d be really discouraged. Would I never get the enlightenment I wanted?
Thankfully, I never got the enlightenment I wanted.
Instead, I got to discover the obvious gift that I had been overlooking that is in plain view in every moment.
Right now. This right now. Here it is.
The unsettled, insecure, open-ended, unresolved, unclear, confused, uncomfortable feeling that is this right now.
The inability to possess this or know this.
This is the gift.
Why wait? Why put off recognizing this?
Don’t wait for cosmic, psychedelic release or anything else.
Because if freedom is dependent upon cosmic, psychedelic release, that’s not freedom.
Freedom is the freedom that includes it all. Nothing is excluded.
And that’s good news. Because you cannot screw this up.
You don’t have that power.
And this is always the case. Now just as much as four weeks from now. Just as much as after the retreat or ten retreats or a gazillion experiences of grooviness.
The gift is always here.
It is the gift of being vulnerable to this. No guard. No belief that “I know”.
Just not knowing. Just you as you are.
The title of this post happens to be the title of a song off Wilco’s album A Ghost Is Born.
It’s a good song on a good album.
And it’s true.
There’s so much less to this than you think.
Than I think. Than anyone could think.
We’re taught to look for more.
We’re supposed to expand. We’re suppose to become. We’re supposed to grow.
That’s what we’ve been taught to value. That’s what the culture says to do. That’s what spirituality says to do.
But there’s so much less to this than you think. So much less than you’ve been taught.
Stop trying to become. Stop trying to expand. Stop trying to know or understand or comprehend.
Just for a moment.
Just for a moment.
Don’t do it because you’re going to get something from it. Don’t do it because I promised you something.
Just do it to discover for yourself. Do it as an experiment. Do it with me.
Right now I’m going to let go of becoming for a moment. I’m going to let go of understanding. I’m going to let go of protecting myself, being something, knowing what I am, getting out of this, transcending, and all the rest.
Just for a moment, I wonder, can I simply be?
Not because this is something to get and know and own and use as a new shield.
Just to let go of the burden for a moment. To discover what it is to simply be.
Because I have what seems like lifetimes of experience trying to become. But now it is the chance to be without needing to become something.
Not because being is better than becoming. Not because becoming is the new enemy I need to protect myself from.
That’s more trying to figure it out and become something and protect myself.
What is it to simply be for just a moment?
Can we just be together now for this moment?
Whatever is here, can we make no effort to do anything about it?
Whatever feelings or fears or thoughts or stories, can we just be without trying to grasp at any of it or wrestle with it?
Just for this moment now.
There’s so much less to this than you think.