Sunday, March 29, 2009

first time, every time

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In the zendo, it crossed my mind:

First time, every time. Isn't that our practice?

Last time, every time. Isn't that our practice?

Breath, rain drops, eating, sleeping, clouds, love, typing, crying ....

Nothing stale.

First time, every time.

Last time, every time.
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