Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Moments
Sometimes I hear God's voice when a bird sings, calling to me, reminding me to awaken from the dream of thought and preconceptions. Sometimes I see God's beauty in a sunrise or sunset, or the Sun partially behind some wispy dark clouds, the rays of sunlight just so - a still, soundless beauty. The mind stills. A whole, complete full moment of joy, without cares, without worries, full of bliss. Then it is gone. My mind returns and all I have is a memory of it. A satori come and gone in an instant. My task now is to make these moments last longer, to just be. To empty the cup of my mind, to be a naked man climbing a barbed wire fence - the essence of Zen and Buddhism, Tao, Christianity, Hinduism, Judaism, Sufism, Islam, and probably countless other religions through time is this. Who is writing this? Who is reading this?
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I'm reading this. By the way, it might hurt to climb a barbed wire fence naked.... just so you know.
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