Showing posts with label Prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prose. Show all posts

Monday, 1 January 2018

Beginner's mind


“In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s there are few” 
― Shunryu Suzuki


The first day of a new year.


It's always special.


Endless possibility to start afresh.


No it's not.


It might feel like that but it's no different to yesterday:


“Treat every moment as your last. It is not preparation for something else.” 
― Shunryu Suzuki


I'm sure by now you're sick to death of me banging the drum for this moment, but, seriously, what else is there?


If you do have a plan for 2018, all I'll say is that living is ALWAYS more than enough. Beyond that everything is a gift.


A gift so rich in possibility -- including death -- that we'd be mad to squander it living it forward.


Live.


Fully.


Now.


And open your mind to what this moment has to offer. 


If you do that then you'll realise how much (up to now) you've missed.

Blessings,


Julian


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Saturday, 23 December 2017

forever lost

we stand on the edge
between this world
and
another.

for most
that means more of more
conscious
of nothing other than a dimly lit passage
surprised by nothing
living a dream
but without birth
just a dream that takes your fancy.

stop.
stop and ask yourself
what it means to be alive.

alive
to this moment
alive to this world
alive
to everything.

of course you won't
you'll slide along
to the next day
wishing
wishing you could make out there
just a tiny bit better
but for who?

you?

yes
but who is that?

who truly are you?

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