practice

I would just like to say that as I walk through this world I hold the belief that things are fixable. Pretty much everything. It used to make me crazy, seeing suffering and basic lack of decency and respect, when small changes could and would change everything. It’s like, let’s honor peoples’ lives – really pay attention to life, and to personal freedom, to chasing happiness. To the dignity of those things. Create space for joy. The joy in the journey. The journey which begins for me when I wake up in the morning and I swing my feet out and onto the floor. Another chance to do a little bit better. Another chance to practice compassion. I woke up today and my feet touched the floor, and here I am again. Thinking about this – “Each being’s eternal radiance appears before us.”

Someone asked this question – “On who’s door does the moon not shine?”

I said above, all this unnecessary lack of basic kindness you see, ask where’s the common sense?, “used to make me crazy.” I hope you don’t think, how I wrote it, that I don’t care about these things – basic human dignity – anymore. I feel like I do now in my life more than ever. Like a vow I made this morning – I vow to set endless heartache to rest. I’m just not so crazy with this stuff anymore. For me, I’m practicing being the moonlight.