Emptiness

Sitting in life this morning. Looking out across the landscape. Birds waking into the dawning day. Sun's silent rising just about to begin.

The need to get on with practice. Accumulations and the rest of the practices that make up our mostly daily practices.

A text that I have not read, called out to be read.

"The insight that brings us to the other shore" It inspired something so deep.

Just a realization right now, That I have been looking at the translator on youtube, for the last several days since his death.

Looking lately at the dramas that I am attached to, so much depending on the children and humanity making it through these crazy times we live. Struggling with these things.

Struggling with these and losing the grip of being able to philosophize it into a comfortable place.

Yet today something dropped so deep, I have been aware of this for many years, yet today it dropped out of my head and into my bones.

All is empty of true existence. Emptiness is emptiness. This is just an experience of emptiness returning to emptiness. Being present to this. Yet present to what?

The experience! No-thing more. Stop trying to create boxes for everything!

Any fear for the futures of my Children and humanity will pull me back into the fruit of rebirth, the mind stream of Samsara.

Any chasing of Nirvana will pull my mind stream back into the realms for rebirth, back into Samsara.

Any attachment to, or aversion from, will fruit and rebirth mind back into Samsara.

All enlightened activities are Empty of true existence, all are ultimately Emptiness.

Nirmanakaya, clearly appearing like a rainbow.

Images that appear so real, yet devoid of true existence.

Everything is emptiness.

Yet what is Emptiness?

All of us. All of this. Every experience. Everything!

All potential manifest and unmanifest.

All this being said.

My mind finds peace in these feelings that arose today in this practice of life.

Ultimately I will leave this husk, I call home for now.

My children and humanity will seek freedom from suffering or not.

As I sever my attachments and aversions, so to will others that meet this frames journey.

As I sever my additions to this apparition I call life, and the fruitless endeavors of chasing the rainbows.

As this mind stream settles into the possibility of not chasing good or striving towards struggle and suffering. Seeing it for what it all is. Emptiness

The perfection of Emptiness is who we all are.

So who am I? Emptiness!