I truly enter the heart of practice – that is, the place where practice ends / transcending moments of insightful grace, when there was nothing left I could do but practice.
I play the only card I have left.
From the bottom of my pocket, I pull the unhoped-for piece.
In this last resort momentum,
There are no other resources but unhoped-for ones.
Sitting Zazen, I stumble on a stone I had long stopped looking for.
Franck Joseph
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