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.