Practice Has To Be A Process Of

There Is A Foundation For Our Lives, A Place In Which Our Life Rests. That Place Is Nothing But The Present Moment, As We See, Hear, Experience What Is. If We Do Not Return To That Place, We Live Our Lives Out Of Our Heads. We Blame Others; We Complain; We Feel Sorry For Ourselves. All Of These Symptoms Show That We're Stuck In Our Thoughts. We're Out Of Touch With The Open Space That Is Always Right Here.

But Opinions, Judgments, Memories, Dreaming About The Future—ninety Percent Of The Thoughts Spinning Around In Our Heads Have No Essential Reality.

We Are Always Doing Something To Cover Up Our Basic Existential Anxiety. Some People Live That Way Until The Day They Die.

Practice Has To Be A Process Of Endless Disappointment. We Have To See That Everything We Demand (and Even Get) Eventually Disappoints Us. This Discovery Is Our Teacher.

Most Of Our Difficulties, Our Hopes, And Our Worries Are Empty Fantasies. Nothing Has Ever Existed Except This Moment. That's All There Is. That's All We Are. Yet Most Human Beings Spend 50 To 90 Percent Or More Of Their Time In Their Imagination, Living In Fantasy. We Think About What Has Happened To Us, What Might Have Happened, How We Feel About It, How We Should Be Different, How Others Should Be Different, How It's All A Shame, And On And On; It's All Fantasy, All Imagination. Memory Is Imagination. Every Memory That We Stick To Devastates Our Life.