Everything depends upon and flows from emptiness and silence. Until we can be empty even of the desire to be empty, we do not have what it takes to live with balance and harmony. And, without balance and harmony, sincerity, spontaneity and integrity have no entry point into our life. And, without sincerity, spontaneity and integrity, spirit, energy and vitality are at such low levels within us that we have to draw on our emotions just to feel alive, and to live from our emotions is to live grounded in noise, complexity, drama and the force of will in the service of what we want-- and it all goes to hell just like that (snaps fingers). Having an agenda and a plan, or having one without the other, is but a step away from having an ulcer, a drinking problem, and a host of other symptoms vying with one another for control of our life. And we are that close (holds up Thumpkin and Pointer squeezed together) to being tossed about by the heaving seas and clashing rocks of life without meaning, purpose, point or direction. And that is no place to be. So. Sit down. Shut up. Pay attention. To what arises in the silence, emerges from the silence, occurs to you with the blessings of the silence-- waiting for a particular quality of movement within you that indicates the stirring of interest and attraction, and amounts to a call to look closer at what it might mean for you and be about. Look closer. Make inquiries. See where The Gift Of The Silence leads. Trusting yourself to Mythos and moving Logos out of the center of your life, so that instinct, intuition and imagination become as much a part of your life as logic, reason, intellect and analytic. Always returning to emptiness and silence to provide what you need to find what you need to live in accord with The Way and dance with your life, knowing that "there is only the dance" (T.S. Eliot).
Our life is grounded in, rests upon, grows out of, becomes what it is through, chance. It all hangs by a thread and turns on a dime, and nothing has to be what it is. Everything depends on something else. If this had not happened exactly when it happened, where it happened, how it happened, that would not have happened, or that, or that, or that, and we would be somewhere else entirely, if at all. If the plane hadn't been late, we would never have been standing in the coffee line, behind the man, in front of the woman, who became our husband or our wife... Like that. Forever. It all hinges on chance. It is all a matter of chance. We all are just lucky to be here. And if purpose and control are your things, ask yourself, which is the greater miracle: A) That all of this is the result of some intricately designed, and carefully arranged Eternal Plan, or that, B) None of it is? That it all just happened this way? What are the chances? That's what I"m saying. What are the chances that your mother would go on a blind date, at the last minute, with the guy who became your father? Etc., all the way to right here, right now? It is all a matter of chance, the luck of the draw, and the roll of the dice. Can we say "YES!" to it is the question. Will we is the other question. Do we is the other question. Where do we go from here is the other question... All awaiting our reply.
If you want to be happy, give up being greedy. Greed is fueling climate change and enabling the corporate ownership of Congress and the Supreme Court. Everybody wants to be rich, but being rich is just a phase on the way to being richer. Infinitely richer without end. A life that is being lived toward that end is not a life that is being lived. Lives that are lived are lived in open, joyous, participation in the moment of our living for the pure wonder of being alive. How long has it been? How long has it been since you experienced a cup of coffee, or a scoop of ice cream? Or the joy of a conversation with a child? Or a quiet moment with your heart's true love, which might be a violin solo, or a book? Open, joyous, participation in the moment of being alive is a possibility every moment. Why let another one go by unnoticed? Unlived?