Center of the Wheel 1

 There is a settledness here that wasn't here before. I feel like no matter what happens, it's kinda like it is nothing new. Like I have already done this before. I am not sure what I am waiting for, but I feel like I am waiting for this all to be over. At the same time as all of this transpires, none of it is real. It is like the changing of the seasons, an endless cycle, when Earth and Heaven always remain the same. I think it helps to notice this. It keeps us from getting to caught up in whatever we may be doing. Keeps us from taking things too seriously. I think being comes first. Everything else follows. So as I am realizing Logic, I am also simply being here and being absolutely uninvolved in everything I am doing. Being everywhere, center nowhere. Enjoying things as they come and go. Watching the rain and wind come. Watching my hair grow. Watching people change with the world. I feel very content in the unmoving center of the world. Content to let things pass. I truly enjoy doing nothing. I enjoy not having anything to do. I think this is what makes me most happy. If I am not anyone, then there is nothing I need to accomplish, and nothing to be accountable to. I can dwell within the bliss of my own being that is quiet and serene. It is not special. It is perfectly ordinary. This is what makes it wonderful. I hope I never forget that there is nothing I need to do. I like being quiet. It is very important to be involved. It may be more important to be completely uninvolved. I think if we take things to seriously, we lose sight of the simplicity of being, we then overcomplicate matters and increase our troubles. We forget that life can take care of itself and that we are seamlessly apart of this process. Dealing with problems is as ordinary as hearing the wind blow outside. Solving problems is as apparent as is the occurrence of a breath. When we rest in the simple dharma of things, the wind and the breathe coincide and we may treat our troubles as our friends. They will teach us about the sunshine and starlit nights. They will sing us to sleep with the sweetest melody that awakens our aching heart. 

Man leaves MRI appt and says laughing, "Another fashion shoot down".