I just read an article on mindfulness, in which the author points out that there’s nothing so inherently great about “being in the now.” Instead, we’re asked to understand that the way out from confusion and delusion, to becoming free from worry and corrosive care, is to grasp that all material beings and things are inherently unsatisfactory, transitory, or non-self-like.
And once we really get this view of reality – so coolly indifferent to our personal fate – then we might see clearly what we can effectively do for ourselves and others.
We are evanescent beings, passing from this material plane unattached. We are also material beings, fiercely attached. Both are true; both need attentive care and constructive concern.
I put my hand to haiku, being persuaded by April as Poetry Month.
What is loved the most
Moves most toward felicity
Scorches most, in time.