It's 5.04 am as I type these words.
Coffee ☕ poured.
And I'm listening to Dear Mama by Tough Rhymes.
There's an energy here but no expression beyond wanting to type these few words.
“To study the Buddha Way is to study the self. To study the self is to forget the self. To forget the self is to be actualized by myriad things. When actualized by myriad things, your body and mind as well as the bodies and minds of others drop away. No trace of enlightenment remains, and this no-trace continues endlessly.”
You're probably sick to death of me saying it, but we're here, and however sh*t our life, there will (I very much hope) be another day.
That said, last night, like many I've had to face, I thought of those people no longer here, particularly my uncle, Adrian; he died nearly 20 years ago, aged 43. He was quite a character — as they say, he burned bright during his brief life.
What are you doing today?
Me: same as yesterday etc.
I'm up for it.
But I'm keeping quiet at work — almost monk-like.
Frankly, I don't need the attention.( Collapse )