Thanks Toby.
I am also moving quite some wood around, these days.
The atoms of my body, the carbon I exhale.
The tree takes it all, from all of us, without distinction.
Grows from it, makes sugar and starch and it's own body.
Feeds us with it's fruits. Warms us with it's wood.
Keeps us alive with our oxygen.
We are not separate from each other and not from the tree.
What is there to be born again?
The more I sit, the more I feel that I don't need to know and in a way, it doesn't matter.
Gassho,
Kotei sat/lah today.
I am also moving quite some wood around, these days.
The atoms of my body, the carbon I exhale.
The tree takes it all, from all of us, without distinction.
Grows from it, makes sugar and starch and it's own body.
Feeds us with it's fruits. Warms us with it's wood.
Keeps us alive with our oxygen.
We are not separate from each other and not from the tree.
What is there to be born again?
The more I sit, the more I feel that I don't need to know and in a way, it doesn't matter.
Gassho,
Kotei sat/lah today.
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