The Tao is No Thing.  God is No Thing.  This morning it is like nothing is happening.  Is it my procrastination?  Is it the wake of winter sliding me down a lazy hill?  Is it tired?  Is it the doldrums of an uneventful holiday looming?  Is it the end of a long month?

It is no thing.

We are meaning-making beings.  Every single thought is meaning placed on the natural easy meaningless flow of life.  Is it rest or meditation?  Is it lazy or stillness?  Is it a catastrophe or a purging of old useless structures?  Is it death or a new freedom?

Dunno.  Trying not to judge.  But my mind certainly has judgments there too.  I’m even tired of being grateful.  Today I think I’ll just listen.