One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.Practice and care are two made one.
With red leaves left after frostWhen someone dies the spirit, they say, leaves. The body is experienced as vacated. I think differently.
That you gathered under the trees
You brew tea, call me in
A most generous thought!
We sit here not speaking;
The mountain window is still,
But pine winds from ten thousand peaks
Stir in the kettle.
- Gensei (1623-1668)
With death the spirit goes still and silent. It does not vacate. It doesn't move or activate or sound through. Instead, it rests. In peace. Unmoving.
Stillness is life at peace.
No wonder stillness is unrecognized.
As is God.
Britta, Erika's devoted shepherd dog, went still today.