Ponderings...

 Thinking about how to make this blog popular. I don't know if that is something that I want.. I think it is. I feel pretty good about that. I'm not quite sure how that would happen..It seems like once it gets a few solid followers, it could branch out pretty quickly.. I think this means I need to write consistently and then interact with people who comment. Which means first I need to write consistently and get into a good groove. I think this could mean having a good direction, having good development, having the thought being active and vital. Figuring out ways to branch out to broadcast more, that will naturally develop as forms of self-expression develop. So now it's about writing more. This could take some time. Like a while...for things to clear up and get steady...That's ok. Like years maybe. Maybe not. It seems like things will naturally clear up in time, while that path is very uncertain.  Seems like this process is largely hands off, albeit how it demands that I become more and more active. It seems like all of this is apart of the emptiness of being. It seems to me that the world moves all by itself, unfolding effortlessly as wind blowing through the air. I think life is so beautiful in this way. It is so open, like a crisp and cool Fall day after a night of heavy rain. No need to cling to this process, it appears to unfold all by itself, effortlessly, yet an effortlessness that includes a great deal of individual effort! Form is empty of form, yet perhaps remains form nonetheless, while emptiness may be the greatest fullness of activity. 

I think one things that depresses me greatly is feeling inactive, in not have a clear and steady direction towards good things. Not being able to see this path. I really like things clean and clear, transparent almost. Well organized. So you can see everything and how it flows together, so you can easily work with it and work through it. Clean and bright. Going from one thing to the next as needed. Yet, nothing remains worth clinging to, not even my likes. Emptiness is the bottomless depth of the stream that no object can aspire to fill. There is no hope for any lingering attachments to satisfy the thirst of my soul, save that of the draught of God which has no lasting place in this world. But, for now, it seems that the path of cleanliness unfolds before me, and I am very excited and delighted to proceed. So happy to be here in this calm clear place. To settle here among the many drifting lights. In my blue room with glass walls that let in the clear light of the Sun. I look forward to staying afloat amid the flow, steadily enhancing my integrity and capability, steadily progressing towards the fulfillment of my goals and dreams. Lol it is nice to have no dreams though, to just stand in this moment with nothing to hold onto. Nowhere to go. And not depend on anything. Just doing what seems natural. Not going anywhere, not doing anything. It seems like clinging is the death of the self.  

It is the pure emptiness of being that satisfies our feeling.