Boundlessness, the Heart Sutra says, is the nature of all things.
The limits, too, are limitless.
That is, I am not limited by the limits of my boundless body. I go to sleep at night, or I am sleepless, and I wake in the morning, ready or not.
Boundlessness
About the Author: zenscribe
Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
No timeless-ness without presence in time from moment to moment?
No limiless-ness without limits?
No presence without form?
Even the silence between two sounds has a certain frequence?
Waking up in the morning is so strange.
Coming from bizarre dream worlds or from unconsciousness,
I (like everyone else I suppose) often need a few seconds to reconstruct my life.
What universe are we in today?
Is this my life? Must be a joke!
This moment – of waking up in the morning – is the clearest moment.
Now I am confronted with my life as if I were a complete stranger to it.
And I appreciate the gift; accept the challenge; take up the burden; whatever.
The bottom line is I get up and go to the bathroom.