What bird is this?
The neck was blue like a heron, but otherwise it looked like an egret. I’ve never seen another like this. If you know, leave a note.
The neck was blue like a heron, but otherwise it looked like an egret. I’ve never seen another like this. If you know, leave a note.
Sorrow is a river… and happiness is the name
of a fish who swims downstream.
We are learning to fish in the river
of sorrow
excerpted from “The Name of a Fish” by Faith Shearin, from The Owl Question
http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/index.php?date=2010/03/18
- Takashi, Heartbeat count of the earth
Practice is not something we do; it is something we are. We are not separate from our practice, and so no matter what, our practice is present. An ocean swimmer is loose and flows with the current and moves through the tide. When tossed upside down in the surf, unable to discern which way is up and which way is down, the natural swimmer just lets go, breathing out, and follows the bubbles to the surface…
– Pat Enkyo O’Hara Roshi, from “Like a Dragon in Water,” Tricycle, Summer 2002