Life is more the approximation of cooking than the exactitude of baking. There are an infinite number of ways to proceed.
Be curious, consider the methods used by every person you meet, and, in doing so, find your own way. Develop your own recipes and never hesitate to share them. To hoard them is to become your own dragon.
Become seasoned by the road of experience, but be wary of hardening. The residue of clarity yields a suggestion of radiance, unmistakably luminous.
May your love be a light in dark places.
Let me become a master of listening, a student of surrender. May a strong and blossoming tree grow from the root of all my fears, a tree with the innate knowledge of how to bend with the wind.
I have much to learn from the ferryman who spends his life taking people across the river, but there is even more to learn from the river itself: how to swell with a flood, how to narrow with a drought, how to be tossed about in a wild current or move with a gentle one, how to be in a place of stillness, how to be at the bottom, the middle, the surface.
May I forget all names, all naming, in order to better contemplate the nameless. May my judgments be altogether cast aside. Let me not torment myself with endless desires. Let me learn how to be with them, so that I can say “Good Morning, My Brothers” and “Good Evening, My Sisters” with compassion, and a simple tenderness.
Let me love hugely and endlessly. Let me become.
May we not lose courage, may we open the flower of our own nature. If we go or if we stay, may we find the Middle Way.
May we overcome contradiction without trying to resolve it. May we feel what we’re feeling without needing to dissolve it.
Everything I thought I knew is just a stroke of brilliant blue, baptized by the earth and clouds. Sparkle in my blind eye flatters, sightless seeing all that matters. Every moment amazes once you’ve learned to sing the praises.
Wood and water, stone and leaf, time’s a terribly quiet thief. World turning, changing me, all that I will ever be is sea and stars, primordial soup, tattoos and scars, then bones, bare bones, among the sleeping broken stones.
May we trust in gratitude, learn compassion, seek forgiveness.