I walk unsteadily, but I walk

I still have wanting, but I do not need as much; I do not want the same things – the shallow things are still there, but they are more balanced by spiritual things. I wander, unsteadily, down the middle way, knowing that I am unskilled and tethered to selfishness, but I wander on. The tether can be unmade, the skill can develop, peace can come and be shared.

Listen

I have always been very hard on my body, forcing it and controlling it, even through the exercises that are meant to release and relieve it – I have not been kind and haven't listened. My physical condition is an expression of where my thinking mind wanted it to be, not of what my body and knowing mind would have brought.

Now, fortunately, I am not too far away from this place that I may have come to with more kindness, more by accident than design, but if I am not mindful of my body telling me it is fed up with being controlled and demanded of I will most likely suffer reactions expressing my body's subjugation.

The body does not need sloth, nor continual exhaustion, but to be treated kindly and listened to, my knowing mind can provide expression and respect, my thinking mind can allow me to communicate with the world that exists outside of inner silence and to express with words and actions the knowledge of being.

Being less prosaic, I feel better when I am happy. We all feel better when we are happy.

Create without justification

I felt at some point that I was doing my work for acknowledgment, because I need acknowledgment. Yet that is not where the ideas spring from. They come from a place of discovery and curiosity, they develop by the desire to explore and allow – nowhere there is the thought of personal acknowledgement, which comes when I am in a place of justification. This is a poor place; it is in the moment of creation where I am rich, to live there is exciting, to rest afterward is contentment.