Of course the outraged are outraged that you are not outraged, but in truth, you are under no obligation to be angry. And though they are certain that the world cannot survive without their opinion, you are under no obligation to have an opinion about anything. Thoughts arise and dissolve like clouds in the empty sky. You cannot grasp them, so why try? To realize that you are not under any obligation to believe in your thoughts is the dawning of freedom. Why should we insist that they are "your" thoughts or "my" thoughts? You are not a being. You are Being itself. Bow your head and pour the ideology out of your skull. Your beliefs will compost next Spring's kale. To be green and useful, the uncreated light of heaven must pass through the belly of an earthworm. Your mind is just dark energy billowing out of the void in the axis of a neuron. You came here to be astonished. You came to meet your friends in Rumi's meadow, out beyond opinions. Bring an empty cup. In the field of the effortless, small miracles with blue petals spring up, smelling like the stars.
Lupine I photoed on a mountain hike.
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