The better I become at listening, the more I realize how my mind says crazy things constantly. Most of what it says is crazy. And if I believe them, I become crazy too. Things like: I should exercise more in the morning; I should have more time; I need more money; I should probably save more.
The world would agree with me in saying that those things are true. But they are not. Truth is something that is in accordance with reality. How is it true that I should have more time than I already do? How is it true that I need more money than what I already have, or that I should save more? They are just not true. As a society, we're just used to believing they are true. But when we look at them more closely, we can see that they're not. They are not in accordance with reality. We just believe they are. And that's what causing us suffering: believing something that is not in accordance to reality. Another way of saying it is: feeling certain about something that isn't really true.
It's no wonder why we feel stressed and make choices that have the opposite effect of what we say we want: we are holding a magnet to our compass and letting that point us north.
If there is a God that I can see, it lies in the very nature of reality. In the kindness of it.
In the fact that kindness feels good; and that moving in the direction of inclusion, appreciation, love, feels good... that, to me, is a clear sign of God.
If you're eating something that tastes delicious, what feels better: to share it, or to keep it to yourself? Think about it. And remove from this scenario any fear that you might have less for yourself if you share (fear confuses your perception of love).
It just feels good to do good.
The mind's job is to keep us alive and safe. It's a tool that evolved for survival first. Hence the mind's tendency to focus on mistakes from our past (so that we can avoid them in the future) and to imagine a future that we wish to avoid (to prepare us if it happens). It is like a parent telling his child: "watch out, don't trip on that rock."
There is a lot of love in that, a lot of caring. The mind is innocent. It is just doing it's job.
However, as every child eventually learns, not everything your parents say is true (true: in accordance with fact or reality). When we take what the mind says and believe it is true, then we suffer.
If I believe I shouldn't trip on that rock, then I'm going to be afraid of tripping on it. That is a form of suffering.
Suffering, in all it's forms, is born out of confusion and misunderstanding. The most basic misunderstanding is the one that gives rise to all beliefs: That what the mind says is true.
There is a lot of love here for you.
This world is full of love. Every circumstance, when experienced without a story, is an expression of love. Even the stories themselves are expressions of love.
Fear, grief, and all other suffering are also expressions of love: A love that is misunderstood, a love that is born out of the innocence of confusion.
This world is a canvas in which love paints with many different colors and infinite variation. A canvas that surrounds us and includes us. It is there for us to appreciate and enjoy.
That is the first purpose of life: to enjoy it, it all it's expression.
Something is created.
Who doing what.
What doing who.
Doing without doing.
The Tao smiling.
Creating in this moment
What feels kind.
Loving what appears
Suspended in the Silence.
Even when it is afraid,
Even when it thinks its alive.
A rhythm settles.
And it is not me breathing.
I am being breathed.
Without retracing my steps
Leaves nothing behind.
The world embraces itself.
Shows me who I am.