It is only in Zazen that I find the space to spread the cloth of our deep nature,
The cloth of consciousness, because zazen has made the void.
Zazen contacts the emptiness in me, the only guarantor of the circulation of the living.
The other traditions, while I was, in at least partial ignorance, going through them, offered me only a corner of a drawer to store my folded tablecloth, right next to the napkins and dusty embroidery.
Zazen puts the tablecloth in the wind,
A standard for lost pilgrims, far away, inland.
And my lost and forgetting self.
Notes & Silence 
You spread the cloth? Are you not a thread within it?
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You’re right;..I should have said « it is on ly in zazen that I find the space to let the cloth spread…
In my french ear, it doesn’t change much.
But yours is more finely tuned.
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Well, it’s not tuned to French…
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