False koan

Modifié le : 2019/08/05

There are unusu­al activ­i­ties that man­i­fest them­selves in a range of inten­si­ty. The uni­verse is both qui­et and bub­bling. Amaz­ing diver­si­ty, tire­less ener­gy that dis­si­pates and renews itself with­out com­plaint or aging.

A mirac­u­lous exis­tence, a spec­tac­u­lar bal­ance of our steps, our actions, our dreams. Live long or short lives those who knead the dough for days. The bak­ery is meant to be eter­nal, the bread offered to incon­ceiv­able gods, but bak­ers and few memories.

All you have to do is live, let it die, keep run­ning, find peace, there is no point in going to war. How many grace­ful thoughts ignite us, how our drag­ons blow on our wills and passions ?

That’s my prayer this morning.