There comes a time in zazen,
when all the little music, rhythms, melodies, sound further and then fade away.
If you look closely, some of the hopes we feed are made of the same material.
We spin them,
we let them spin,
over and over again,
Hoping that the same causes will produce different effects.
These hopes, fueled by fear and anxiety,
leave us one day like music that fades away.
Notes & Silence 
A hope is not the same as desire.
A hope that fades, if desire remains, becomes disappointment. Even bitterness.
Let the desire fade. Then, the hope becomes irrelevant
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