There is no deeper joy than to discover in far-off traditions the keys opening the door to the one we have too often, out of ignorance or inability, taunted and considered as only worthy to fill in talks from surface masters.
With an open eye, I recognize the same words as those this abrupt sitting practice has allowed me to read.
Except for the one who has no ears to hear,
those two ways are not two.
©FJ Sept. 2021 –
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Notes & Silence 