winter dawn strains through
slatted windows;
snow sits over the grounds
with no thought of attainment.
tears in the zendo fall,
unencumbered by gravity.
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bussokuseki 
walking in kinhin last week during the day, after thinking how enjoyable the time spent in this sesshin had been so far (and it is not always like that), suddenly behind me someone was crying… I was brought up short and everything changed… not being able to do anything walking just in front of this person was unbearable… and all the kindly logic about nothing being needed but walking could not touch the unbearable…
What a profound and wondrous practice, greeting and embracing the unbearable…
It’s been so many years since tears in the zendo, but this brought it right back. Thank you.
Thanks for stopping by; it makes me so happy that you found that connection, something evoked. Be well~
Your work often does that!