When we are “empty” Life takes charge

Despite unlikely hard work, it feels as if I haven´t achieved anything…I don´t identify in the least with all my writing…For sure, sometimes I look at these posts of mine, and read them smiling as if written by someone else.

It´s kind of great fun. Some of them are pertinent, other not…Still…

All in all, writing is a great tool to empty my mind, something helping me to wipe out what I know…

In fierce contradiction to what is considered right, “not knowing”- that is putting aside the burden of “knowing” – is felicity…the highest and most natural form of “existing.”

Richard:
I feel exactly the same with my posts. It’s like water pouring out of my fingers and vanishing in the soil. Hopefully something positive will grow. Can you write more about this?

Me:
Indeed Richard, if something is to grow it needs space. In order to create a new space, we have to take the risk of constantly keeping our mind empty.

Remembrance has consequence and has no consequence…

What happened years, weeks or seconds ago has contributed to who we are now. We don´t own the past even if it feels like being “ours”. Thereby, the taste of the past is within us, but we don´t need to remember it literally.

We do feel deserted when facing the “memory-less” now, don´t we?

WHO ARE WE WITHOUT THE MEMORY OF BECOMING…? Who are we without the urge of yesterday wanting to repeat itself tomorrow…

To deliberately put behind us our memories – either good or bad – is the thing, if we want to live in Perpetual Renewal.

The good wine doesn´t always remember the process of having become wine. It lingers in its precious taste.

Let us abandon ourselves in this delightful taste of Now.

Let the heavenly wine generously pour.  Its perfume will remember us.

Empty your cup

A university professor went to visit a famous Zen master. While the master quietly served tea, the professor talked about Zen. The master poured the visitor’s cup to the brim, and then kept pouring. The professor watched the overflowing cup until he could no longer restrain himself. “It’s overfull! No more will go in!” the professor blurted. “You are like this cup,” the master replied, “How can I show you Zen unless you first empty your cup.”