Wednesday, 30 January 2019


285. The poet bids his soul 'be still, and wait without hope'. In zazen this is sometimes the best we can do. Overwhelmed by our own 'not knowing', and a sense of utter helplessness, we just sit. Hopeless, helpless, we yet continue to trust that 'all will be well, all will be well, and all manner of things will be well'.

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