I sit quietly in my little boat.

Oars relaxed in my hands.

Bobbing up and down gently.

As the sun drops behind the mountains.

I am carried on the waves.

Sky above.

Great wind.

-Ryokan

The broken puppet.

Is God.

You spent your time searching.

For a treasure.

When all the time.

You were the Treasure.

You are the Treasure.

Life is the Treasure.

This is the Treasure.

This.

Throw out all thoughts.

Of becoming.

Discard them.

Ignore them.

You are already IT.

IT is you.

IT is EVERYTHING.

Now.

Cos where it all comes from is a mystery,
It’s like the changin’ of the seasons,
And the tides of the sea.

-Theme from the BBC TV Series “Only Fools And Horses”
Written & Performed by John Sullivan – 1981

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SKAqmqVQ700

Walking.

Happening, happening, happening.

Soft, warm sand between the toes.

Happening, happening, happening.

Bright sun, cool breeze, sound of waves.

Happening, happening, happening.

Dry mouth and thoughts of a cold drink.

Happening, happening, happening.

Breath coming and going, heart beating.

Happening, happening, happening.

Sweat on the skin, a gentle ache in the legs.

Happening, happening, happening.

Broken glass, hidden in the sand.

Happening, happening, happening.

Pain.

Happening, happening, happening.

A gash in the foot, blood on the sand.

Happening, happening, happening.

Attention on the pain, attention on the blood.

Happening, happening, happening.

An impulse to clean, an impulse to heal.

Happening, happening, happening.

Sun, surf, sand, glass, blood and me.

Happening, happening, happening.

Nothing separate.

Reality.

Doesn’t need to be searched for.

It’s right Here.

Right Now.

Being Everything.

…….

Sarvam Khalvidam Brahma

Winding path.

Where does it lead?

Could it be.

Anywhere but Here?