moving house

grace supports sunyata-addicts

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Moving-out day today.  With the carrier coming at 8am and the body exhausted, it hardly seemed possible that I’d wake early enough to sit.  (No, I don’t use techno-aids to awaken.)

How interesting then, to be woken up on the dot of 5am by the merry tinsel-town tune of the door-chimes!

Particularly interesting, since they are still disconnected and this time there are no electrical storms around.

That ‘fickle finger of fate’, a-k-a Grace, has been over-riding mere physicality again.  It seems to support sunyata-addicts.  It’ll do anything, anything, to wake one up from the big dream.  Hmmm, that feels pretty nice, if a touch scary.

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whatever … so be it

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My rented flat has been sold.  I’m packing up; where I’m off to remains a mystery.

It has always been thus in this scribbler’s Lifedream.  The veils hiding the way ahead only vaporize once all present business has been tidied up and folded away and the old doors are closed.

This used to infuriate me – why wasn’t my life laid out in the apparently ordered and predictable manner demonstrated by … other, ‘together’ people?


Blind Men on a Log bridge
Hakuin Ekaku
The Gitter Collection

I feel like one of Hakuin’s blind men.  But this time round, I’m strangely relaxed, loose even.  How could one possibly outguess the unknowable movement of Creation-aka-Life-aka-Totality?

If a dip in the river is called for, so be it.

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