Grazing lightly on the news these days, it seems these times are like all times: full of confined, contested and conflicted humans variously and consistently repeating all the common errors man is heir to. There’s apparently all the historical desires and familiar fears, but now they’re globally amped up by social, story-based media, and the disease of a yesterday, today and tomorrow as they’re thought to be, and fought over to become. It’s an ignorance – an ignoring – that keeps us humans cribbed and confined; bound by beliefs and faux portrayals of happiness in material, in celebrity..in all the billion things that bling, yes 🙂
Now here’s the good news: life and the living of it is an exceptional teaching without a teacher. And there’s nothing to do but listen and love.
For some, all the apparent chaos is like pain – it’s a call for attention not so much toward the collective events of humanity as to the individual, the inner. It’s a call to lovingly, choicelessly, watch and see:
“When you are completely attentive, the ‘you’ doesn’t exist at all. The ‘you’ is the censor, which is the past.”
~ J Krishnamurti
The pain and insufficiency is an invitation to attend not so much to the outside noise as to the inside peace of our pure nature; to attend to the subtle, the simple ease in being that which we are: beautiful, joyful and peaceful human and divine beings. Human/divine. In aware living, one is in the world, but not *of *it. One is free of want; free to simply let be, to allow all that comes, to pass. And to love what is, as is. In fine, there’s real wisdom – which is always relevant – in knowing what is needed these days: “Needs are organic whereas wants are self-centric.” (Wu Hsin)
In fine, the ending of wanting things and events to be other than they appear, is the realization of what one truly needs to realize: allow what is. That easing of resistence brings relief to our heart and head aches. 😉
There’s nothing one needs to do or think about – the aware watching of all that is, as it passes, is the delight and wonder of peaceful being. And perhaps an appropriate act (not reaction) may arise. That’s love, loving, yes. 🙂