Everything has potential but there is one potential that human beings have that is not the product of thinking or thought. You can’t come to it with the practice of yoga or rituals or sacraments. It is not found through any buzz or chemical intake. This potential is straight potential, without direction or influence. It can’t be practiced or cultivated. It is not found in a book unless it wants to be. It can leave a mark in a painting, sculpture, or poem if examined by simplicity and free from the cultivated intellect of the art critic. It is without cause and can affect anything it wants to yet no one or no thing can go to it. It moves all yet can’t be moved. These simple words are not it. It says write yet hides in what is written. This potential has love and compassion as its children. It holds when all else breaks, it is also full and deeply empty. From this potential we sprang and to it we fall. It beats life and death in the same stroke. It cannot be used, or corrupted.

Coach bri

The morning was thick and rich with moisture. The birds were active, darting at each other, moving from tree to tree. The mating ritual of the birds was in full movement from morning to night.

Thought is always pregnant as it gives birth to thoughts in one direction and then a second later it is giving birth to another set of thoughts, just to keep itself alive. Thought hates to be silent because in true silence self has no place and thought is only a waste of energy. True silence is not the result of thinking, willing, planning or choice. It is a blessing that comes when self is not active in the pursuit of desire.

Nothing in nature is driven by thought and everything reaches its potential. In the silence of the morning something beyond thinking is sensed. It is more delicate than a warm breeze. It holds all life together without direction. It is both in solitude and connected to everything. In its presence thought has no place. This energy seems to live, explode and die and is immediately born again in one movement. It is deep, rich and true and depends on nothing. It holds love, compassion, intelligence and so much more. Thought has no place in it or relationship to it. Yet it can use thought.

The dog that has been in the field comes running when it sees me. It has been digging after something in the ground. Her nose is black with the dark earth.

Coach bri

It was a warm October afternoon and the trees were at the pinnacle of their color. The contrast between the evergreens and the orange, red and yellow trees was so gentle on the eyes. Every once in a while, a gust of wind would pass through the trees and send the leaves falling of the earth. Each leaf had a dance of their own but they fell with such grace and dignity. At the end of their life they fell from the thing that gave them life to the ground, to become a source of life for the Earth. Everything in nature seems to have its own intelligence and psyche. Everything seems to fulfill its potential with such grace and beauty. In the sunroom there were hundreds of ladybugs making their journey up and down the window in an endless cycle. Every so often they would meet a fly and then they would move around each other as not to interfere. Even here, in the life of insects, there seemed to be an intelligence or understanding that allowed each to exist together and share the same window.

Human beings tend to make everything into enormous affair. We are so cluttered with all the things of thinking it is almost impossible for us to understand or have compassion for anyone or anything. Over the last six weeks mankind’s greed has come to a pinnacle. The mortgage fiasco in the United States and the billion-dollar bailouts paid by governments will again only operate in the interests of the rich. The division between rich and the poor is forever widening and now both the Canadian and American elections, full of hypocrisy, move away from the central question of how the government will lead people out of poverty. We all have heard that the source of good government is its ability to take care of its weakest member. In today’s politics and economic greed, the external psychology of human beings keeps the poor from finding bridges out of poverty.

I have received a ton of e-mails lately from people asking me to comment on the mortgage fiasco and the election. I am really intrigued why people want to know what I think. What really matters is what they think. What is at the root of their thoughts and actions? I don’t see myself as a very political person. But I have answered these questions as best as I can. Politics, religion, sports and fashion are just distractions. If we are not involved heavily in any one of these four, we are probably involved in other entertainments. Why is it that we need to be so entertained! Is it because through these entertainments we are kept away from the central question? Are we as human beings reaching our potential? Very few people are really interested in their own transformation.

Coach bri