Pointless

Everybody seems to be pushing a point of view. What if you had no point to push? What does it feel like to stop pushing and simply relax? To become the infinite night of silence, where all points of view arise and dissolve like sparkling stars. Wouldn’t your spaciousness encircle all creatures, blessing the world more deeply than any point of view? This is not a space of inaction, but spontaneous action. When we meet here, where thought has no agenda, listening begins and love is possible. Slow and goal-less we walk together, each step an arrival, healing the earth. The last rose of October taught me this, holding the sky in its petals like an open hand that grasps nothing.

Rosettta Nebula, from Constellation Guide