We are Always One Moment Away from a Different Life

For instance, how many times has, “I love you” shifted the orbits of two people’s worlds? How many random decisions like, “I’m going to take a walk,” or, “I’m going to read this book on Buddhism,” have totally altered people’s lives?

 

 

By Anshi Shenxing

We’re all literally a few words or one simple action away from changing almost everything about our lives.

Sunyata theories aside, that’s the real void we live with. It’s both intriguing and terrifying, and it’s always there—that pure potential, that unknown chaos and upheaval. And it requires very little effort. For instance, how many times has, “I love you” shifted the orbits of two people’s worlds? How many random decisions like, “I’m going to take a walk,” or, “I’m going to read this book on Buddhism,” have totally altered people’s lives?

Alterity is the way. Even now I’m becoming someone new. Best to embrace it, I’d say.

Each moment is tight rope walk, always on the delicate razor’s edge of is, was, and will be, of known and unknown, being and emptiness. Poised, clear, the clouds open up. Forget the moon, the sky is full of stars. If I could turn around and see my eyes, they’d be reflected there too.

Fixation is the only true sin, because it’s the only thing we do that’s truly out of tune with reality. It’s the source of all affliction. Without dwelling on things, the skies clear by themselves, the eyes see by themselves. And from moment to moment, what is is gone before it can even be named.

Calling it wonderful is saying too much.

I just have to see that there is no mind; that what I call my mind never lingers, and never strives. There’s simply no time for such things. Seeking stability causes suffering, but if there’s one thing we can rely on, it’s change.

 

AnshiAnshi (安狮) is the pen name for a certain Chan Buddhist. He calls his introspective, autobiographical writing, “Dharma Noir.” All names are changed to protect the privacy of those involved. If you know who Anshi is, please refrain from telling anyone.

 

 

 

Photo: Pixabay

Editor: Dana Gornall

 

Did you like this post? You might also like:

 

 

On Waiting

  By Bonnie Schwartz I am learning how to wait. It has taken me a long time. One might say that I have been waiting a long time to learn how to wait. I have been one of those people who has often, perhaps usually, confused motion with action. Any kind of motion...

Notes from a Jaded Traveler

  By Debbie Lynn It is 6.30 AM, Sunday. Anse Mitan, Martinique The sun begins to illuminate the sky and the reflecting light makes everything look pastel, like an old painting. The horizon is delineated by a slightly darker shade of blue, separating the sky from...

Social Justice as Self Help

Is it possible that we have overlooked social justice as self help? What if becoming a better person yourself could be rooted in smashing the patriarchy, creating safe and inclusive spaces, changing all that all pervasive heteronormative imagery, and asking what you can do for your neighbors that are struggling. Maybe some of that damage we need all these self help books to “fix”, has been imposed by racism, classism, sexism, and all sorts of other -isms.

I am Not Afraid Anymore. This is My Truth.

By Emily George Shame. Guilt. Confusion. Rage. Sadness. These are the feelings I have when I think about my past. I was sexually abused for the first ten years of my life by more than one person. I was raped twice as a teenager by those I considered friends. I woke up...

Comments

comments