always changing

as much as it seems our life is unchanging, my feelings about it are. today, i feel a sense of approaching a place of acceptation. there can be good and about about that place i think. good in the fact that you have learned what your place is here on earth, at this time, and it may not be where you think you should be, or that it's even fair, but it doesn't change what is. bad in that, sometimes learning to accept, means learning to stop trying to change something. also, it's good to remember that there is absolutely nothing in this life that is permanent, nothing at all. life is just a cycle. this (just now) made me think of a book i began reading years ago.. while in another depression and so i (just now) went and grabbed it off the bookshelf beside me to read some. I never finished reading it back then, but it is hitting me in the face where i am in my life right now. i think it's time i finish it. =)


"all things are impermanent.. everything put together falls apart."
"like washing a clod of dirt in muddy water." "still our practice is to go on, right in the midst of hopelessness."

"We want to have the things that give us pleasure remain as they are. Indeed, we want our very selves to remain constant. But this truth of impermanence tells us not only that nothing lasts forever, but that nothing remains the same. The world around us, and we ourselves, are changing from moment to moment. Death is nothing but a more drastic change in a world where everything is changing anyway."

"We would like to feel that we stand on solid ground, that there is constancy, certainty and permanence that can support us. But if we choose to try to depend on such constancy, we are left standing on air."

"Standing atop a hundred-foot pole, take one step forward." Impermanence is that hundred-foot pole. Or, rather our attachment and desire for permanence is the hundred-foot pole we remain tethered to, afraid to move. It is what keeps our lives small and confined, no larger than the top of the pole.

"We can step forward into that world of impermanence. Who knows? Rather than falling, we may find a new freedom. We may fall into the beauty of impermanence.
Every gardener knows that it is the very impermanence of the blossoms that makes them precious. The beauty of the garden lies in it's constantly changing nature, in the waves of colors and shapes that are constantly moving through it.
The beauty of the world lies in the same constant movement. We can step into this beauty, into the midst of all that is dying and being born around us."