A Leaf Treader
I have been treading on leaves all day until I am autumn tired. God knows all the color and form of leaves I have trodden on and mired. Perhaps I have put forth too much strength or been too fierce from fear. I have safely trodden underfoot the leaves of another year. All summer long they were overhead, more lifted up than I. To come to their final place in earth they had to pass me by. All...
But things have no personality: They just are, and the sky is vast, the earth wide, And our heart the size of a closed fist… Blessed am I for all I don’t know. That’s all I truly am… I enjoy it all as one who knows that the sun exists.
I don’t have to be anything at all. I don’t even have to be myself, because...– Mooji (via nirvikalpa)