Standing in the ordinary stare out across the great gulf searching for that which is sacred. It seems to dance just beyond the edge of vision. Close your eyes and lift your right foot, place it down. How does it feel to stand amid all that is sacred.
A reflection on Case 39 of the Shobogenzo (Dogen’s True Dharma Eye)
If you fall, 20,000 arms will lift you up, when you sit 10,000 join the Sangha. If you walk barefoot in the snow I will put socks on my feet for you. If you hunger, I will give you an empty bowl and this will be our shared dharma.
A reflection on Case 47 of the Shobogenzo (Dogen’s True Dharma Eye)
As a young child, I always imagined myself a bird, poised to take wing the next time my parents told me I couldn’t do what I wanted, to swoop around, out of their grasp, until it was time for lunch or dinner.
Years later my dream was to be a pilot, Air Force not Navy, I might get seasick and that isn’t a sight even I would want to see, until I read Jarrell’s “The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner,” and the ground seemed a safer place.
Once in the business world, I thought about some day retiring young and seeing the world on the cheap, Asia, Africa, Oceana, and that lasted until the second time I had to fly to Japan with fourteen hours in a coach class middle seat on a Boeing 747 when my backyard suddenly became the future of my dreams.