The doorway to the Dao is at the end of your toes. Step through.

Sometimes the soul knows of an impending shift before the shift arrives.

He asked me, as if looking for one definitive moment in time: 'How did Zen begin?' I pondered the matter a moment. 'Some say it started with a flower held up in the air, but you can't rely on formulas. Zen man Ikkyu was enlightened by the sound of a squawking crow.

I used to keep a strong scaffolding in place.It separated Pure Land from ZenZen from DaoDharma quarantined from theway of mountain spirits.With a sudden glancein the middle of a storm,the bottom dropped outthe scaffolding fellalong with my mindand all of these nectarspoured into the same vat.

The magic of your larger blooming life has been trying to reach you -- pouring through cracks, seeping up through the ground around you. It has no aim, save one: to save you; to bring back the moist oasis of midnight wine and pillow talk to that dry desert you've become.