Life is
Life is what happens everyday yet it isn't what is in the head, the heart or the mind, in what is thought or judged or decided. Life is the enjoying of every moment, content unimportant. Its the wonder of breathing, of seeing, of feeling, touching, hearing, its all that we sense deeply, completely, without name or comparison, its the amazement of this.
This that is here, simple and in its simplicity a beauty and in the beauty the wonder, and from the wonder a joy. This is life! Not a gift, a heritage, the heritage of every human being.
And how is there to be joy in pain and hurt and suffering, in times of troubles and illnesses? Its the variety the rich variety and diversity of a physical life that we all have as a species. No other life form has this capacity, this ability to experience in the way in which we do, to transform by the power of thought every experience, to enrich every experience, whether perceived as good or bad. Its natural for the perceptions of the physical human body to fear pain, its what our minds do. Its natural to fear death also but this natural capacity to avoid suffering is also what robs us of our joy and the only reason for the avoidance of anything is not knowing that life is our heritage and that life does not reside in a body or a mind or in the natural world. That life IS the world, the living bodies, the nature of all things. The world is composed of Life and Joy, it is only the mind that perceives itself as separate, a separate entity within and as a human body. And that is indeed natural, as babies the mind develops so we as human physical beings can have a human experience, a physical experience of life but the mind in its development makes of itself a life, and lives a life but life is the fullness of the Whole, the composition of everything. When then is that which can harm and hurt and cause suffering if its all Life and Joy and giving, very giving? The harm and perceptions of harm are only in the mind.
Human beings are not individual entities, human beings are one being in variety and diverse forms and its astonishing that a single person could ever consider themselves of such importance that he or she would do anything to protect themselves or survive. There is no ending, no death only a change of state. The phoenix is permanently and forever rising from the ashes. Its everywhere you look, out of every decay and destruction comes more life and creation but ultimately even this isn't true. The truth is nothing ever really changes. Life simply is.