Posted by: Upāsaka | 12/15/2015

Where’s the Rug?

The pace at which one’s imagined future can change is, at times, completely dizzying. Whereas two nights ago I was contemplating a life lived apart from my family it now seems that the complete opposite will be the case. And yet, for the scant thirty seven years I have been in this form I have come to see just how precarious it is to adopt any stance and to hold onto any idea that would somehow try to imprison the moment.

This is not to say that the moment is inherently a good thing is just that we want it to stay just so long enough for us to figure it out. But samsara isn’t like that. Rather it is constantly pulling the rug from under our feet, so much so in fact that we’re not even sure if we still have feet or a piece of ground to stand on. This is anicca. This is anatta. This is dukkha. And there is a path out of it. May we ever practice until liberation. 


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