I used to be a spiritual teacher.

I had to quit when I realised

there was no such thing.

Or rather, everything is a spiritual teacher.

The cat. The carpet. A chair.

A tree. A mountain.

My dad with dementia.

Heartache. Joy. My own. Yours.

The man sleeping on the pavement.

The breathtaking night sky.

It’s all a teacher.

It’s all a guru.

And I am just a mouthpiece, as we all are.

I am just a friend, sharing my heart.

I am just a bird, singing my song.

I quit as a spiritual teacher,

I quit as any kind of authority,

and I became a real human being, authentic, embodied, honest and true.

And there I found my true peace and enlightenment.

In the temple of the ordinary.

In the sanctuary of the mundane.

In the holy heart of the uncovered moment.

~Jeff Foster

when decisions are subtle and cared for….

inquiry for today~ what will you choose today?

the gesture of care….

Life and death are nothing but the mind. Years, months, days, and hours are nothing but the mind.

Dreams, illusions, and mirages are nothing but the mind.

The bubbles of water and the flames of fire are nothing but the mind.

The flowers of the spring and the moon of the autumn are nothing but the mind.

Confusions and dangers are nothing but the mind.

~Dogen