“You aren’t like a bird flying onto a dead tree. You’re like a leaf that grows out of the tree. You are what the whole Universe is doing. An apple tree APPLES, and the earth just PEOPLES!”
Life becomes a blessing when nothing means anything anymore; when everything is what it is, when all the stories are gone, and we just wake up to reality.
There is no greater mystery than this,
that we keep seeking reality,
though in fact we are reality.”
There is an exquisite paradox that what we are seeking, we already are. The truth is there is nothing you have to do 'first' to become enlightened, nothing you 'can' do to become what you already are. A simple shift in attention confirms this. You have always been your real self.
Once we do wake up or realize who we are; then the miracle isn't how anyone ever becomes enlightened. Then the real miracle is how any of us ever pretended that we're not.
"Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on my roof, I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out."