The people of simple sitting,
Are the people of the ultimate,
A sense of the ultimate brings them all together beyond the limits of space or temporal codes,
A call for the ultimate, an appetite for the steep path, the same orientation for the powerful conduit, all valves open.
The same exhaustion by the noise,
The people of zazen find themselves one day on a beach, wrung out by the waves of the ocean,
the sound of pebbles with sand filling your eyes, ears and mouth.
This is how they grab hold of a zafu to truly exist.
