Boundlessness, the Heart Sutra says, is the nature of all things.
The limits, too, are limitless.
That is, I am not limited by the limits of my boundless body. I go to sleep at night, or I am sleepless, and I wake in the morning, ready or not.
Boundlessness, the Heart Sutra says, is the nature of all things.
The limits, too, are limitless.
That is, I am not limited by the limits of my boundless body. I go to sleep at night, or I am sleepless, and I wake in the morning, ready or not.
No timeless-ness without presence in time from moment to moment?
No limiless-ness without limits?
No presence without form?
Even the silence between two sounds has a certain frequence?
Waking up in the morning is so strange.
Coming from bizarre dream worlds or from unconsciousness,
I (like everyone else I suppose) often need a few seconds to reconstruct my life.
What universe are we in today?
Is this my life? Must be a joke!
This moment – of waking up in the morning – is the clearest moment.
Now I am confronted with my life as if I were a complete stranger to it.
And I appreciate the gift; accept the challenge; take up the burden; whatever.
The bottom line is I get up and go to the bathroom.