Pointless

Everybody seems to be pushing a point of view. What if you had no point of view to push? What would 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 embrace all creatures, blessing the world more than any point of view? The last rose of October taught me this, holding the sky in its petals like an open hand that grasps nothing.

And yet this space is not inaction. It is the space of 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 that heals the earth.

Rosettta Nebula, from Constellation Guide