It is not, as some ancients and the Confucians taught, that you sweep away ordinary feelings and bring into existence some holy understanding. When ordinariness and holiness exist no more, how is that? An octagonal grindstone is turning in empty space, a diamond pestle grinds to dust the iron mountain.Bells at end of Salve Regina.
- Daikaku (1213-1279)
Presence itself remains as itself.
Only vigil light remains as we leave.