This matter (Zen) is like a great mass of fire: when you approach it your face is sure to be scorched. It is again like a sword about to be drawn; when it is once out of the scabbard, someone is sure to lose his life. The precious vajra sword is right here and its purpose is to cut off the head.There is now no doubt that the powerful and ferocious are failing to keep the earth under their feet.
- Tai-hui (1089-1163)
Some again keep watch for the Christ. Will he come again into the narrative world of liturgical repetition? Can the theatre of creche and Christmas lore lure us into a soporific hope in the afterlife rewards of faithful observance?
Or is the Earth about to come into its own unstoried phenomenology where what is appearing is doing so always for this moment only?
Christ is this moment taking place.
See it, or don't.
But no pretending or pretence substitutes.
Just itself is all there is.
Birth it, or resurrect it, but don't bullshit. There's no bullshit possible. Not any longer.
This moment is taking place.