I am in the world to see a leafbound raindrop, feel the tickle of a dandelion bloom, hear the wind from a hummingbird wingbeat. I am in the world to stare out a window, longing for stimulation, only to realize that stimulation has existed all along.
“The great road has no gate. It leaps out from the heads of all of you. The open sky has no road. It enters into my nostrils. In this way we meet as Gautama’s bandits, or Linji’s troublemakers. Ha! The great house tumbles down and spring wind swirls. Astonished, apricot blossoms fly and scatter – red.”