Along the paths of forgetfulness, I had reached the point where it had become impossible to reach out to the beginning of any genuine Way.
Along the paths of forgiveness I had reached a point where I had become unable to jump over the fence of concepts and words, had been held hostage in their sterility.
I had been sitting without sitting
I sat in posture but never embodied it.
Zazen was never dry.
My sitting was in a jail of words,
Even this : the very first step on the Way,
I had forgotten.
©FJ Dec 2021
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