Talking. Not talking. Talking with not talking.

Expressing the teaching with every word, every action.

It's a barrier I'm facing.

Conversing with colleagues, with friends. There are expectations and there are requirements to facilitate life. Aren't there?

An obstacle is that of talk. I do not dwell upon the topic or the words I speak. I skirt the edge of being and not-being. Yet words have to be spoken.

I see the myriad options. Myriad choices. A choice unfolds. Words unfold. Yet am I in accord with non accordance.

Bearing witness to conversations today, I repeat expectations. It unfolds naturally but it lacks depth. I don't feel limited but my choice is a funnel. Spill the grain or channel it.

Then I consider that perhaps that what can seem trivial is the same as what is deep. Idle words can warm or freeze the same as captivating prose. That like the koan

The Buddha had a secret teaching. Kasyapa did not conceal it

It all is for us and not for us. That words express but offer expression. That the distilling is a process of refinement and destruction. Each gesture, a gateway. Each smile, a door. Each action, a potential path.

The burden of unfolding lays with and without us.

Like always, my words are written without attachment. This is and is not my post.

What do you have to say? Is there anything you can share?

Submitted July 19, 2022 at 02:13AM by Turbulent_Highway_51 https://ift.tt/NRW5oPD