Got this little tid-bit from David Loy’s book, The World Is Made Of Stories. I won't go into the context of which it is said because I have seen this statement over and over again in some form or fashion in my readings. It just seemed to be a pebble falling onto the bamboo shoot for me this morning, making a very noticeable noise, again.
What “is”, is given. Don’t ask me from whence it comes. I don’t know.
No need to run off looking for “it”.
The question then is how does one realize and actualize “it”?
Maybe there is no question.
Maybe I just “MU”!
There is work to be done.
And the work is just this, done with great intention, great mindfulness…
This wonderful life!
I am grateful!