GASSHO



The coming warmth of the morning sun softly caresses the flower's unopened petals. As the flower expands to engulf the sun's rays, the prior night's dew slowly dissipates.

The sun gives freely, neither asking for nor expecting a return. Knowing it is neither gift nor taking, the flower blossoms without fear, gently adding it's own beauty and sense of being to it's surroundings and to those fortunate enough to pass within it's presence.




Within reach, the jewel of Enlightenment...however, even for those that thus come, though the ancient bristlecone pine and the desert's saguaro cactus are great and noble entities, the pinetree's seed dropped at the saguaro's foot will not take root, nor the saguaro's seed at the pinetree's foot. Magnificent as each is, something else needs be done...




Fundamentally, our experience as experienced is not different from the Zen master's. Where
we differ is that we place a fog, a particular kind of conceptual overlay onto that experience
and then make an emotional investment in that overlay, taking it to be "real" in and of itself.


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