In zazen,
The smoke of incense, the grain of darkness,
The edge of the night,
30 years, 40 years, 50 years…..And 80 years old tomorrow,
It doesn’t change anything.
I am always in the vehicle of the moment.
In zazen,
The smoke of incense, the grain of darkness,
The edge of the night,
30 years, 40 years, 50 years…..And 80 years old tomorrow,
It doesn’t change anything.
I am always in the vehicle of the moment.
Notes & Silence 
Which, to my mind, just indicates the illusory nature of everything we imagine unencompassed by the moment.
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That is so nice of you to take the time to read and comment on such a regular notice, Simon.
It really contributes to the continuity of this ‘work’.
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