“In The Depth Of Winter I Finally Learned That There Was In Me An Invincible Summer.” ~ Albert Camus

The mind wants to land, to fixate, to hold a concept, but the only way you can be really free is by not fixating. That’s part of true maturity, and it’s one of the hardest things for spiritual people who have had true and powerful revelations to go through - to accept the degree of surrender needed to literally let go of all experience and all self-reference. Even in great revelations, there is almost always something that wants to claim, “I am this.” Every time you claim, “I am this”, you just claimed another sense perception, thought, emotion, or feeling.

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by Song Jue, Metropolitan Museum of Art: Asian Art

Bequest of John M. Crawford Jr., 1988 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Album leaf; ink on paper

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"Before enlightenment, no one can rely on strength. Enlightenment comes across by itself, and enlightenment can only be helped by a ray of enlightened power." Dogen Zenji

[Dogen Zenji (19 January 1200 - 22 September 1253) was a Japanese monk, writer, poet, philosopher and Zen master, and the founder of the Soto sect in Japan.]

Being lost and being enlightened are like two sides of the same coin, in fact they are one and the same. So you don't have to be in panic to seek enlightenment, but when you are lost, you should just be lost. 

You may try the hardest to “enlightenment, enlightenment” and think, for example, that we must do Zazen sitting meditation, read Buddhist scriptures, and so on.

But it is a force beyond enlightenment. Enlightenment comes to you far beyond enlightenment. In other words, Dogen teaches us that enlightenment has nothing to do with the efforts we make to try our hardest to find a way to become enlightened. Enlightenment comes one day out of the blue. So if you are lost now, then do not hesitate to be lost. Not ‘more lost’, but ‘firmly lost’. 

It's okay to be ‘just lost.’ Just think so and just be lost. 

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This is གཙང • 西藏 Tibet, once pure and central.

Meika Woollard

Any K•t moment is a bliss

Love came, and became like blood in my body. It rushed through my veins and encircled my heart.

Everywhere I looked, I saw one thing. Love’s name written on my limbs, on my left palm, on my forehead, on the back of my neck, on my right big toe.

Oh, my friend, all that you see of me is just a shell, and the rest belongs to love.

~ Rumi