Day Three Hundred and forty nine

I find that there is nothing I need try very hard to do. I do not assume that I cannot see and know reality. I suppose I did for a long time, doubted my experience of contact and release from craving, and tried very very hard to get to a place full of evidence.

When I am not someplace else, there are more simple and honest names for things, and vice versa. If I can notice all the naming I am doing, all the trying I am doing, the essence of things becomes more plain, and more accessible to being let go of.

Effort aimed at tomorrow necessarily falls short. Effort aimed at yesterday brings old troubles back around, but effort aimed here, now, with faith in seeing what is, allows me to bring healing, know how things are, a bright cascade of ocean wave.