The possibility of touch. The impossibility of touch.

Not accumulation but change. This our anti-bourgeois principle. Embrace reduction, diminishment, destruction and death. (And by death I don't mean the spiritual death that comes with following the crowd but actual physical death.) Get (back) to a sense of essence. Especially now the endgame has commenced.
I learnt very early on that when I get what I want, when I get my own way, disappointment inevitably follows. But when things don't go according to plan or when I manage to suppress desire and accept what comes then I'm always taken somewhere I could never have imagined.


The work boils down to just one very simple instruction: keep your mind on the job – don't let it wander. If you manage this then everything else takes care of itself. If you don't manage this then you need a thousand and one tweeks just to give yourself a sense of progress.
strip sensuality of its pomp, and selfishness of its excuses, and contemplate actions and objects as they really are

Life is a play of body and spirit. Mind the subjective arena. Thinking is the mind's desire to control and direct the play of life, a job better achieved by Spirit, though without the requisite guarantees.
Turn, sink and lift one leg off the ground. Repeat. Keep repeating until you clearly feel what you gain by being single-weighted. This is spirit.
A long time ago we chose existence over life – security over Spirit.
Life is enough without the mind trying to complicate, sophisticate, explicate, elaborate, decorate.
The depressed person is a radical, sullen atheist.

Mind, instead of thinking, should look for omens (manifestations of Spirit).
Truth is not something to know or feel but something to live and thereby love.
Gravity is quite an onslaught – persistent, insistent, inescapable. And unless the heart opens up, lightens up, fills with love and finds the lift from above, it'll end up grinding me into the ground. The Taoist approach to this problem is the most intelligent I have found. By taking as first principle the balance of opposites, gravity itself, or rather the Earth's inexorable presence coupled with the draw it exerts, recoils up through me and reminds me to connect to Heaven, if only I have the heart to hear.


Turn and sink into one leg. There you have it! The three components of yielding.
Love is the time and space where "I" give myself the right to be extraordinary.

Heart connects, mind disconnects. Mind may then try to reconnect but it never quite manages it. Creative endeavour without heart is precisely that: heartless.
Thought excludes the heart that moves it.