When we're born, we don't know our names. Isn't that peculiar? We don't know our gender, sex, race, political party, or religion. And we don't know anyone else's either. We're born in a cloud of unknowing, and we spend the first part of our life in that cloud. Then we start to see patterns in … Continue reading On Being No One
When we take this mind that thinks, sees, and is aware as our true mind, we're at the mercy of impermanence and conditioning.
Roaring through crisp infinity---the timer bell. I bowed and looked at the clock: a 25 minute sit.