If someone has much, give him little, if someone has little, give him much. If you have much, give much, but if you have little, give only little. Little and much are both the same when given and received.
A reflection on Case 56 of Dogen’s Shobogenzo (The True Dharma Eye)
If you accidentally break a wise man’s possession do you leave him with one that is incomplete or two awaiting completion.
If he asks you to replace it you may search endlessly, bring him a thousand replacements but expect him to reject each one as never being the same as the original. If you grow dejected, remember he still has the original in the cupboard.
It is said that you can never go home again presuming, of course, that you have left at some point. The fallacy of this statement is apparent, for there is often nothing preventing your return. What would make the statement accurate is that you can never go home again to exactly the same home you left for your leaving alters the place and your return creates only a new status quo, it can’t restore the old one. It is like this with rivers, the Buddhist knows, you never step into the same river twice for each steps has you greeting new water and even the rock upon which you step has microscopically eroded. So feel free to go home again, for there is much to be gained from returning to a place that is so familiar, and yet which you have never before actually visited.
Tomorrow, in all likelihood, the park will still be there, we will still be walking there, the Austrian Pines will still stare down at us on the path, and the cardinal will flash by, his cry for attention in a red blaze. Tomorrow all this will likely happen as it did yesterday and last week, and yet nothing will be the same, nothing, nothing at all.
We awaken and look at each other as though we are meeting for the first time. Your eyes seem new to me, but well remembered, a place I have often been, which is always new, always where I want to go, from which I want to never return. I trace your chin, your shoulder-blade, and my fingertip knows its way, finding anew what it desires, this day like every other, unlike any other. We soon, too soon most days, arise and begin a day that is so much like the one before it, and before it, and totally different, but our love is an unwavering constant, a thread that easily spans both space and time.