Weren't you struck by the aptness of last week's poem? I know it struck me between the eyes, and I was surprised that it was written across the planet from where I live, well over a hundred years ago.
Yes, my mind is "spinning around/About carrying out a lot of useless projects," as Patrul Rinpoche wrote. And, when you think of it, of what use are many of the things we do?
Self-promotion, branding, writing, posting, texting -- what's it all for? Even writing a book -- really, it's less than a blip in all of existence.
No, I'm not dwelling in the swamp of despair. But I think there's something to be said for not constantly doing, or planning to do something, and just being.
As the poet wrote, "If you let go of everything . . . That's the real point!"
I think that's the whole point, and the starting point for anything of worth. Think about it.
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