Being Here
Transcending down into
the ground of things is akin
to sweeping the leaves that cover
a path. There will always be more
leaves. And the heart of the journey,
the heart of our own awakening, is
to discover for ourselves that the
leaves are not the ground, and that
sweeping them aside will reveal a
path, and finally, that to fully live,
we must take the path and
continually sweep it.