Sep 12, 2025
🙌 In fond memory of a Great Zen Teacher 🌹
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🙌 In fond memory of a Great Zen Teacher 🌹
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Emotional maturity is not just about managing your own emotions, but knowing how to meet another person in theirs. It’s the courage to be vulnerable, the humility to listen, and the wisdom to grow. Nothing draws you in more than someone who can communicate with compassion, self-awareness, and the willingness to do better.
Vicious Violet
Part 5/7 of the Rainbow Series
Violet isn’t here to impress you.
It doesn’t strut or shout or beg to be noticed.
It just sits in the sky like it’s always been there,
like it’s tired of everyone trying so hard.
This color doesn’t need your name, your title,
your carefully built identity.
Violet watches all that fall off like dead skin.
You’re not special here.
Not broken, not brilliant… just another shape
blurring into dusk.
And maybe that’s the point.
Ego can’t breathe in violet.
It wheezes, sputters, and dies pathetically.
Good riddance.
You don’t need it here.
All that pretending, all that performing:
useless.
Violet isn’t numb.
It just doesn’t grab.
It feels everything and holds nothing.
No cling, no drama.
Just presence.
This is the space where you stop talking.
Where you stop needing to be heard.
Where it’s okay to vanish a little, float outside your own noise, and remember what silence feels like.
Violet is not romantic.
It’s not pretty.
It’s what’s left when you stop trying.
And somehow, it’s enough.
The Liberation in Letting Go
Emptiness, Ignorance, and IdentityIn a world incessantly clamouring with the din of possession, certainty, and self-promotion, the mantra “Embracing emptiness, cherishing ignorance, surrendering identity” arrives like a whisper from another realm. It calls on us to consider the counterintuitive notion that there is profound freedom and wisdom to be found in the very things we are conditioned to…
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“The fate of the ego (personal self) is dissolution back into the loving light of eternal awareness. Be still, peace is trying to find you.” -Anon I mus
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We all want to be happy, safe, and peaceful. Period. To recognize this is to begin to loosen the grip of ego. Should such a grip be fully relaxed, there would be recognition that what I give to you, I actually give to myself as well. What you are deprived of is a deprivation for me. Your happiness is my happiness. Your suffering is felt as my own. Here, rather than egolessness being a kind of forced release of self-importance, it is more a merging of hearts. If you are a Two, you have a vast head start in this game.
Susan Piver, The Buddhist Enneagram: Nine Paths to Warriorship
* I am not a body. I am inhabiting or controlling a body.
* I am not my genetics. Those are part of the body.
* I am not my experience. I am having an experience.
* I am not my emotions. Emotions are the result of the body and the experience.
* I am not my instincts. My gut feelings are emotions.
* I am not my logic. The way the universe works is universal.
* I am not my thoughts. My thoughts are a narrative woven from emotion and logic.
* I am not my actions. My actions are artificially imposed, based on my thoughts.
What, then, am I?