You are a seeker.Nothing much happens except oarlocks shifting in brass cylinder, circles of water moving behind double-ender on either side marking signatures of Van Fancy oars from Nova Scotia.
Delight in the mastery
Of your hands and your feet,
Of your words and your thoughts.
Delight in meditation and in solitude.
Compose yourself, be happy.
You are a seeker.
- Buddha in the Dhammapada
This morning at practice in Merton retreat we read about the groundless ground from Confessions of a Buddhist Atheist by Stephen Batchelor. The new storm doors built by Jay were installed yesterday. A nice addition.
My myth is monastic.
I live in a monastery of mountain and sea.
Each step with snowshoe, each stroke with oar, every glance of moonlight or gaze of buoy centers me in the presence of What Is Itself As God Is Itself.
Awareness is holy ground; mindfulness, holy water.
Each sound the inviting bell to meditate, to pray.