Today is Ash Wednesday (at least in this time zone, in this now) and it always was a meaningful day for me, to see so many out and about, many in business suits, in restaurants, on the subway and streets, going through their day with ashes on their foreheads.
A finger dips into the ashes. A cross is drawn upon the forehead. “Remember, you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
Nothing to argue with here.
What is this body? A gathering of earth, water, fire, and wind. A momentary swirl of conditions, a wave rising in the vast ocean. It takes shape, it moves, it breathes, it hungers, it laughs, it suffers, and then, as surely as it came, it goes. Dust to dust. Ash to ash.
The fire burns, the embers cool, the wind scatters what remains.
Gassho
Sat/Lah
A finger dips into the ashes. A cross is drawn upon the forehead. “Remember, you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”
Nothing to argue with here.
What is this body? A gathering of earth, water, fire, and wind. A momentary swirl of conditions, a wave rising in the vast ocean. It takes shape, it moves, it breathes, it hungers, it laughs, it suffers, and then, as surely as it came, it goes. Dust to dust. Ash to ash.
The fire burns, the embers cool, the wind scatters what remains.
Ash abides in the phenomenal expression of ash, which fully includes before and after…
Gassho
Sat/Lah
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