This morning the sky was clear and blue, a reflection of mid-winter. The water in Currituck Sound was as still as glass. It was almost as if the world was on pause. The thing that came to mind was Wuji.
Wuji is undifferentiated, non-conceptual, pure potential. This gives me hope. At a time of massive pandemic, political uncertainty, economic unease, and general social confusion it is reassuring to know that the Universe doesn't care about all that. The Universe does what it does, it endlessly creates, it unfolds, it is. Here, between the Yang of the heavens and the Yin of Earth, as still as they sometimes appear, is the creative force of impermanence, creation, endless change. What we see as the reality of today is nothing less than the seeds of tomorrow. And we really have no idea what that will look like.
And that is a good thing.
Wuji is undifferentiated, non-conceptual, pure potential. This gives me hope. At a time of massive pandemic, political uncertainty, economic unease, and general social confusion it is reassuring to know that the Universe doesn't care about all that. The Universe does what it does, it endlessly creates, it unfolds, it is. Here, between the Yang of the heavens and the Yin of Earth, as still as they sometimes appear, is the creative force of impermanence, creation, endless change. What we see as the reality of today is nothing less than the seeds of tomorrow. And we really have no idea what that will look like.
And that is a good thing.
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