I follow the law of emptiness. In this law everything is what it is, and everyone belongs.
I thought of following the law of God, but that law seems too difficult. The law of God is: Love is nowhere not; and, Love is the embodiment of love.
See what I mean? If "There is only love," and I don't love who and what I am, I cannot love anyone else. If "Here is love alone," and I don't love the person, place, or thing right here, I cannot love myself.
This is why God is annoying. However we spell the word "God," (whether "Life" or "Reality" or "Great Spirit" or "One"), there and here is a wholeness within which we dwell, within which everything is, and within which nothing else exists.
The river of Zen is quiet,This morning the laud chorus of bird and chipmunk, passing car and squirrel, sunlit leaf and bamboo tube, whirr of hummingbird and drops of dew falling through stillness -- conduct Ragged Mountain monastic practice. This is done in and of itself.
Even in the waves;
The water of stability is clear,
Even in the waves.
When I see the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and stars, which you set in their place –No step lower. Nothing beneath feet. Man is service attempting to wake from sleep.
what is man, that you should take thought for him? what is the son of man, that you should look after him?
You have made him but one step lower than the angels; you have crowned him with glory and honour; you have set him over the works of your hands.
You have put everything beneath his feet, cattle and sheep and the beasts of the field,
the birds in the air and the fish in the sea, whatever passes along the paths of the waters.
How wonderful is your name above all the earth, O Lord, our Lord!
(--from Psalm 8)
An apple drops from old and broken apple tree in Sally's field.
So many are abundantly attracted to the power of intention. I am content with the foolish humility of emptiness.
Existence might or might not be absurd.
from Latin absurdus, from ab- + surdus deaf, stupidI certainly am deaf. Also, stupid. I do not hear the true and enormously lovely sound that permeates and surrounds this existence in this world.
1 : ridiculously unreasonable, unsound, or incongruous
2 : having no rational or orderly relationship to human life : MEANINGLESS
; also : lacking order or value
3 : dealing with the absurd or with absurdism
If I had to guess, that sound is love. It just might be what Pythagoras and Kepler called the "music of the spheres." It could merely be the sound of stillness embracing silence.
Or, maybe it is the gaze of love seeing itself through itself.
What a lovely looking morning!