The reason everything looks beautiful is because it is out of balance,
but its background is always in perfect harmony.
This is how everything exists in the realm of Buddha nature,
losing its balance against a background of perfect balance.
If I look closely at the painting that is my life, its background is in perfect balance, allowing me to lose and regain myself moment after moment.
I am the artist’s brush, swirling with my color of choice, stroke after stroke on the canvas that is my moment in Buddha nature.
Buddha nature does not allow me to slide through my life or it does. The choice is mine. In any given moment, it is up to me how aware I am.
Life is ever in flux, neither ending nor beginning only being–not a snapping of photographs or a study in stillness but a series of scene changes, the stroke of the artist.
That is the life experience, brushstrokes against the background of Buddha nature.