A rustle in the trees.

All the leaves are browning, drifting on the breeze, the sun shines bright, as we walk into the church, bowing before the cross, and my cell phone goes off; I look and see that on that day of splendor, the biggest bomb since Hiroshima has been dropped in Afghanistan: and I think; should I be…

All Comes By Itself

Originally posted on Great Middle Way:
Happiness is not to be found with many efforts or will, but is here, nearby, in your relaxing and surrendering. Don’t worry, there is nothing to be done. ? Everything that comes up to your mind has no importance because it has no reality. Don’t conceive any attachment for…