Zazen is the window of survival.
It only takes a glimpse of space,
for a millisecond, and all of existence is forever transformed.
If one can breathe there for a few moments, there is not a single cell that is not regenerated,
Without dogma,
Without belief,
Without representation.
And in many houses where people come to meditate, this window is absent.
In the very house where this window is said to be located, pilgrims sit facing walls.
