How beautiful and transient the world is.
That lunatics appear to be in charge Of events makes this hour of life even more beautiful in some strange way.
The glory of the earth. My dog is 13, stiff, tired, aged. She is transient. I am too: I am no longer able to wander the forests as I once did. Little by little we pass away without even realizing it most of the time, but sometimes, capturing the moment of our being on this earth, one realizes how special and perfect it is. The earth is so beautiful and it is so quickly vanishing, both in the ecology and in our lives. In my life.
And yet, and yet …to not cling to this is the secret of awareness, or of a certain kind of consciousness.
I have always thought there was more than one kind of Satori.