Praxis Wholething

 

we wake up and

find we want the truth.

 

finding out about ourselves

and finding truth are the same thing.

 

in presenting ourselves to others

we put ourselves on the journey

of finding out everything else

 

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end of the day

 

at the end of the day

what really matters?

that we hold affection for someone

and that someone holds affection for us,

that we do it when it’s easy and

especially when it’s difficult.

and if we can’t do it

then we turn our passion

onto why we can’t do it until

we can.

and everyone knows this,

we just forgot for a while.

 

 

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House Lights

 

If you are in a house in the countryside where there are no city lights and you look outside at night, you cannot see much.  What you see, is illuminated by the lights of the house you are in.  To see more, you might switch off the house lights, and although you can see more once your eyes adjust, it is then dark inside the house.  If you go outside to see more you leave behind the source of light you had inside.

 

 

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this and that

 

What we call causation, is an act of

recognition.  A cause is therefore an

act of recognising a node in a pattern

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We do what we must

Doing what we must is mapped out for us

We are the map.

 

 

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Simplicity, is complexity seen from a long way away

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Our Sky

it struck me just now
with the force of an imploding star
that on this planet
there is not one mediocre human being
that each has a heart the size of a continent washed
with oceans of swelling tidal feelings
whether we see them or not
that each has a playful child inside and
a playful grandparent, no matter how deeply buried
and while I cannot love them all
(especially the nasty ones)
they are my brothers and sisters
their eyes laced with naked pain
and its hidden redemption
under the sky,
our sky.

 

 

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The most wonderful things, are in the easiest place to look, yet

seem so difficult to find.  To dig a hole, you use a shovel but

what tools would you use to look inside your own heart and

 mind?  It is best to have a method to help our looking  .  .  .  .  .  .

  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .  and Praxis is the best method I know.