Tuesday, July 3, 2007

zendo

Tuesday night, zendo night. At the end of the evening my robes are damp, warm evening. While Robert was giving his talk I looked up though the skylight and saw the pine limbs illuminated up by the setting sun. such beauty.

The whole world is vast and deep, why do we put on our robes when the bell rings. Robert, what is the answer to this question.

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