During my ordination ceremony so many things happened that I could barely follow what was going on. Five days later, I dare to have a look at the presents I received that day. Among them I found this poem.
I’ve always loved friends of the Way
Friends of the Way I’ve always held dear
Meeting a traveler with a silent spring
Or greeting a guest talking Zen
Talking of the unseen on a moonlit night
Searching for the Truth until dawn
When ten thousand reasons disappear
And we finally see who we are
Cold Mountain
Well, it actually says it all.
There's a certain quality to people of the Way, anywhere on the path is home.
ReplyDeleteSolitude is independent of time and space.
So here we are again.
Welcome home Daishin!
Ordination (noun):
ReplyDeleteTo join an order of friends
As crazy as you!
That certain quality is a great faith, great madness.
ReplyDeleteFaithfully mad, wonderful madness.
Just remember - in this club, membership lapses every 1/75 of a second.
ReplyDeleteDon't forget to renew!