The Path

It is an interesting path. 

I lay awake in this new bed, in the rented English room. I was awake at 4am this morning. Now, at 5.16am, light seeps through the thin window blinds, pink on one side from the street lamp and a pale silver through the two windows which overlook the small back yard.

I took Brenda Shoshanna's advice, and lay in a quiet meditation as the day dawned. 

Last night I came across her podcasts revealing her thoughts and teachings about Zen Buddhism, which seems to incorporate Daoist and Buddhist thought. 

I had arrived there quite naturally, stepping from a Chinese Buddhist group in Malaysia and learning about practical, everyday, Buddhist practice, to the multifaceted multicultural podcasts and YouTube wisdoms shared by the late Ram Dass. 

Life had stripped away many of my possessions, and attachments, and I found myself not needing and not wanting to be surrounded by things anymore. Hence the frugality of my current room. I hadn't been looking for,  but nevertheless found, some wisdom in the simpleness of Zen Buddhist practice.

I am not naturally a joiner. I do not crave to be a gang or group member, but will sit outside and observe and take upon myself those ideas and practices which are aligned to my path such as living a simple, uncluttered life and adjusting my ego and its materialistic wants.

I am still adjusting from being made single, to being single, from lonely to being alone and resigned to that. My spiritual journey has grown from my physical journey and the gradual acceptance of change. I have far to go, but have taken this moment for reflection.