In Love with the World: A Monk's Journey Through the Bardos of Living and Dying
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In Love with the World: A Monk's Journey Through the Bardos of Living and Dying
since what we are running away from comes from our own minds, we are running away from ourselves, and as a strategy for happiness, this never works.
it’s possible to function as the mere I, as one devoid of misconceptions about the self and liberated from erroneous views—especially from the misunderstanding that the compilation of parts adds up to something real and independent in its own right, not contingent on narratives and circumstances.
Short moments, many times.
You are here and you are not here. Both.
night after night we actually undergo a mini-death. We get into bed each night with a solid sense of self. As our consciousness diminishes, the bonds that hold the conventional mind in place become unglued.
whatever had happened had left me knowing that death is not the end of life. There would be no finalities ever; only change and transformation.
We inherently have free will, yet this only arises from an examined mind. Our future is influenced, but not determined or destined, by past conditioning. Until we learn how to examine our minds and direct our behavior, our karmic tendencies will compel habits to reseed themselves.
I was no longer concerned with the concepts of living or dying—for what else could they be but insubstantial concepts—but with giving everything I had to whatever was happening right now, to meet the demands of this moment without attachment or aversion, and to befriend any adversity.
All of life is a magic display of light and form, a universe of infinite blessings that invites us to turn our hearts inside out, and to love completely, to love until the inexhaustible end of dreams.