One of the basic tenets of Zen – and every religion, even Zen, has its dogmas – is that of Direct Pointing, without reference to the literature. And yet so many Zen masters write! I look
I'm blessed by this house in so many ways, but perhaps most of all by these trees so Alive.
To write tuneless and yet of your Mother of Love, you must be very sure of Her.
A chorus of leaves singing as conducted.
Trees, too, are danced by Shiva.
Trees are stoically Buddhist.
Millions of leaves all dancing to Heaven's Breath.
I'm sitting here on the floor where I do my painting. And it’s as if I can hear Them singing to me: You live to heal. That's why you exist.
Everyone exists to heal: we are born to be altruistic. But the trauma of our births hinders us.
Look at this rose I'm holding. Do you see it as an Instance of God? No, you reply. So let me turn it around, just a little. Now do you see it as God? Yes! I
