Steady On

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You have to be willing to let it all go. Don’t hitch your wagon to that which is unpredictable. That which requires contorting on your part. Conditioning will say, that’s arrogant. Everyone will try to scare you. Your own mind most of all. But you just steady on. It is much closer to reality living in not knowing than it is living in a make-believe world that everybody happens to agree upon.

Know that you are not alone. Remind yourself in times of doubt of the teachers dead or alive who’ve lived and are living this path. Know that you are alone in that ultimately there’s only you. And in your aloneness, you can trust.

But your solitude will be a support and a home for you, even in the midst of very unfamiliar circumstances, and from it you will find all your paths.

Rainer Maria Rilke

No contract is a guarantee.

No spoken word is a guarantee.

No unspoken agreement is a guarantee.

Stay in your own integrity. Not as a hard impenetrable action, but as a relaxed and open resting. Fluid, gentle, soft.

Put everything your parents (thus the world) have told you, taught you, imprinted on you in one of those little play boats and set it on its way downstream – never to be seen again.

And breathe.

Consistency is Invisible

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Taking power back from the teacher, taking the “I don’t know, you know” power dynamic back and trusting yourself. Trusting your inner guidance and the subtleties of what its’ picking up in an environment or in another.

It’s not arrogance as the spiritual ego would have you believe, it takes great courage to take that leap. There’s great equanimity in that. It’s moving with the flow of what feels right for you without taking pre-existing relationship dynamics into consideration. Or past. Or who you were 10 months ago or 10 minutes ago. And trying to maintain an image of consistency.

No one is consistent. Not even the teachers themselves. Looking for consistency in them will only lead to disappointment. Consistency can’t be found in another. Not another person. Not another thing.

You can’t see consistency. It’s not a thing. Nothing is consistent out here. Not in a traumatic way. In a loving way. Your safety, your consistency is prior to all things, before anything. But it’s not the safety and consistency the mind imagines of something that never changes. Someone. Some teaching.

Consistency is invisible. It doesn’t look like anything. It is the openness in which all non-consistency can play out. It is that which directs your inner guidance to the microsecond – this is right for you now.

It’s the openness of knowing but not holding onto anything too tight. And trusting the goodness of not gripping onto things, people, circumstances or situations. The goodness in the expansiveness of it.

Look back on your life and notice situations where big change happened. Where something ended. Notice how expansiveness was the byproduct of that ending.

With the willingness to let go of the familiar, so much opened up. So many possibilities, avenues, experience, learning. It expanded your consciousness, your sense of openness, possibilities you couldn’t see before suddenly became available to you.

Not premature and not too late. Everything is right on time.

Cool Breeze

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This isn’t stagnant. It’s not this idea that the mind has of stillness as non-movement. This is all inclusive. It’s completely spontaneous. Organized. Efficient. But not in a mental way. In an organic wholesome way which doesn’t require a horizontal movement of time.

It doesn’t need anything from anybody. It’s totally egalitarian without trying to be. It doesn’t need recognition nor approval. It doesn’t hold grievances either. It’s clean. Pure. Fresh.

It’s not a drawn out process of having to ‘sit’ so that…. It’s not horizontal. Not linear. But it is cohesive. Whole unto itself.

It reigns in any outward movement of need or want and brings it back to wholeness. It dismantles rushing. It has no ambition and no endgame because it is complete already and always. There’s no seeking involved.

It’s a cool breeze. The rustling of the leaves. Sunlight on the pillow.

If it could speak it would say, there’s nowhere to go, no one to be and nothing to do. It’s the opposite of everything you thought you knew.