Everything is Waiting for You

Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings.

Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.

The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.

by Tsoknyi Rinpoche (Ngawang Tsoknyi Gyatso)
(1966 - )

Buddhist : Tibetan

Sometime go outside and sit,
In the evening at sunset,
When there's a slight breeze that touches your body,
And makes the leaves and the trees move gently.

You're not trying to do anything, really.

You're simply allowing yourself to be,
Very open from deep within,
Without holding onto anything whatsoever.

Don't bring something back from the past, from a memory.

Don't plan that something should happen.

Don't hold onto anything in the present.

Nothing you perceive needs to be nailed down.

Simply let experience take place, very freely,

So that your empty, open heart
Is suffused with the tenderness of true compassion.