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)
Each year in Pamplona the bulls begin their slow descent down the narrow streets gaining speed nostrils flaring muscle and sinews taut they forge ahead a white wave preceding them in their mad dash and each year there is one, some years two who, by slip of foot or lapse of judgment meet the horns of the lead bull who in disgust snorts “this one is no Hemingway.”
First published in Defenestration ,Vol XVI Issue 2 August 2019