Those who wander are not lost

A myriad bubbles were floating on the surface of a stream.
‘What are you?’ I cried to them as they drifted by.
‘I am a bubble, of course’ nearly a myriad bubbles answered,
and there was surprise and indignation in their voices as they passed.

But, here and there, a lonely bubble answered,
‘We are this stream’,
and there was neither surprise nor indignation in their voices,
but just a quiet certitude.

Ask the Awakened by Wei Wu Wei

there is just one breath

cosmologically speaking

do you know of it?


the earth knows of it

the green and yellow of it

blazed across the sky


Sun pulses its breath

gives its life to all who care

do we not love it?

There seem to two kinds of searchers:
those who seek to make their ego something other than it is,
i.e. holy, happy, unselfish (as though you could make a fish unfish),
and those who understand that all such attempts are just gesticulation and play-acting, that there is only one thing that can be done,
which is to disidentify themselves with the ego, by realizing its unreality, and by becoming aware of their eternal identity with pure being.

Fingers Pointing Toward the Moon
by Wei Wu Wei

The View from the Center of the Universe;

We are central to the universe. This belief has been the foundation of all centering cosmologies in the past, but today it is no longer merely an assumption. Now we have evidence. During the centuries between Newton and the current cosmological revolution, however, people could find no such evidence and abandoned centrality as wishful thinking. Instead, they embraced the notion that humans are insignificant, isolated beings in a vast, mostly empty space, and made the best of it by finding a kind of nobility in self-deprecation. This has led to the cultural result that the phrase “I’m human” now means basically “I make mistakes,” “I have my limits,” “Don’t expect too much of me.” Admitting our own imperfections and apologizing for our mistakes is a worthy purpose for invoking this phrase, but thinking of being human essentially as a limitation is a self-fulfilling prophecy and denies us our cosmic potential.

by Joel R. Primack and Nancy Ellen Abrams

A little darker look than previous. It reminds me of some neighborhoods I hung out in many years ago. I enjoyed working with the pallete knives on this one.