“RIGHT NOW, IT’S LIKE THIS.”― AJAHN SUMEDHO
Now, it’s like this: billions of stars wheel through the universe twirling planets and moons, flinging out carbon and gold, uranium and ice, across the depths of space.
Now, it’s like this: four thousand satellites swarm above our sky, chattering incessantly in raucous roller-derby orbit.
Now, it’s like this: continents of air heat and cool, rise and fall, pushing rain and stirring sands from the Sahara to Shangri-La.
Now, it’s like this: predators and prey tangle in a thrilling dance of food, sex, death, and rebirth.
Now, it’s like this: cities churn with the pulse and hum of electric life. Taxis and trucks vie for purchase on choked streets. Horns, gunshots, jackhammers, hydraulic steam, clanging metal.
Now, it’s like this: human beings fuck and fight. Mothers push out babies. The dying push out breath. Millions upon millions of stories buzz with billions of protagonists and trillions of unsuspecting supporting players. Love stories, family dramas, murders– ambition, deceit, redemption, transcendence, betrayal, triumphs and falls.
Now, it’s like this: miles of veins thread through bands of muscle, organs, and tubes. Cells divide. Oxygen in, carbon dioxide out. The heart beats with “the Force that through the green fuse drives the flower.” Breath travels brachia, swells sacs, enters blood. A lightning storm of neurons crackles along gray matter as eyes see, ears hear, and fingers touch. Lobes light up with language, images, and emotions; with fight, flight, and freeze.
Now, it’s like this: in the center and behind these cosmic phenomena is a kernel of awareness we like to call ‘I.’ We believe we’re somehow separate from the ten thousand things that make us, and we tell us ourselves our stories are more accurate than reality.
Now, it’s like this: You and I have an opportunity to drop beneath the fret and furrow of our habitual selves. Together let’s find liberation and cultivate compassion by embracing the fact that now, it’s like this.