And listening to the silent songs I found not too long ago has me thinking back.
I remember lying in my bed of my grandmothers house, letting it wash over me.
The chimes, the birds, the whistle of the wind;
I wonder why I hadn’t heard it before—-felt it before.
Zen Buddhism was my first spiritual love. Because of it, I have walked down many paths—-and continue to do so.
I was about 13 at the time.
When I think back to it, I can’t really imagine what I thought Zen was.
Meditation, for some reason Zen gardens, and just more meditation I guess.
Maybe at the time it was more than I could recall, but what I found that year in the silence, was the Zen I was looking for.
I guess you can say it took me 5 years to get it and even then I didn’t. I still don’t.
But what I do know is that I found the Tao, I found something that I didn’t even know I was searching for. I found what Zen means.
So as I lay here, recalling that time of falling align, listening to the quietness some artist created, I imagine where life will go from here.
I imagine daily that one day my Master will come, if she is not here already, or that I’ll find myself inside a temple one day, giving it all up.
Well Uni, I’m giving it all up now.
So show me, show me.
Show me it all.