I feel there is a parallel between monastic ordination and a statement I once heard about tattoos, but I can’t pinpoint the precise nature of
Étiquette : pure
Assis en Terre Pure
La Terre Pure est en moiPar l’assise, je la créeLa retourne et l’ouvreAux disciples, à la sanghaAu quartier, au monde.Trouver l’entrée et,Sans mot dire,En secret,
Sitting In Pure Land
The Pure Land is in me,By sitting, I create itPlow it and open itTo disciples, to the Sangha,To the neighborhood, to the world. Find the
Pure, Not Pure
The Heart of Being can never linger on the questions of what is pure and not pure.This is incomprehensible for such a Heart. The one
Notes & Silence 