Maybe the point of zazen is this: you sit immobile, facing a wall, being bored, and you do it for years, until you finally realize that there's no point to zazen, there never was, and you finally just give up and accept that what you are, at that moment, is what you are. That if you thought there was a goal to seek, you finally realize that it was there all along. That you don't even have to click your heels three times to get home because you've never left. And that there is no home, and there is no elsewhere, there is only



(Posted from my iPhone; please excuse any typos or brevity.)