Six Notebooks

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“Yuantong asked: “Mysterious conduct is like wading through a rugged stream. What place is smooth?”

Wansong replied: “East. West. South. North.”

What place is smooth?”

  At the MOA transit station. Read this again. Read it yesterday. But this is not the type of book one goes through quickly. In fact, I am making myself go slowly. To really sit with the questions. To walk with them. Or, as when I did the Mu Koan with Dosho, roll it around in my gut like a hot stone.

So I read it again. At the MOA transit station.

I would give more context, but Dosho wrote a book and I don’t want to steal his words or his labor. I invite you to pick up the book if you are inclined to have more of that.

At the transit station, an answer to the question came as I considered the warp and the weft. As I considered the warp and the weft and what place is smooth.

It was one of those moments.

A moment wherein the universe presented itself, just a glimpse. One of those holy moments.

Holy, holy, holy.

And as always, still, something is missing.

Peace.

Be well.