Weeds, no matter your best effort to remove them, always come back.

Can we learn to live with them then? Love them, even? Or are we going to continue engaging in an insane, never ending battle?

If you look — really look — you'll see weeds have their own kind of beauty and their rightful place in the natural hierarchy.

Besides, who says we aren't "weeds" in some way?

Elimination strategies, though satisfying to the ego, rarely accomplish their goal of making things better.

Harmony, healing, betterment and improvement have roots in seeing that in this and this in that. That there is no such thing as other.

Medicine makes peace between warring bodies. It does not exacerbate existing wounds. If it does, then it is not medicine.

Fifteen Minutes

Amid the increasing chaos of the world and splashy headlines, and maybe even your personal life too, can we still find fifteen minutes for peace?

Fifteen minutes for seated silence, a walking meditation, some light gardening, house cleaning, etc. It doesn't matter what the activity is but the quality of presence you bring to it.

Easy Come, Easy Go

Sometimes things go your way, sometimes they don't.

At times the pressure is on, at other times it's off.

Sometimes you finish first, and sometimes you finish last.

What's the difference?

No matter what, isn't some part of you always there, witnessing and experiencing what's going on in a fairly contented way?

There is a space in between the never ending dance of opposites. Great peace is found there. Great freedom.

It takes courage to go there. You have to give up your ideas of right and wrong, your interpretations of events, and almost all notions of who you think you are.

Silence means life without story. Life without story means means seeing all as equal—essentially the same.

If it bothers you, it is an indication of erroneous understanding.

Question your understanding.