Sunday, July 1, 2012

zazen in the heat

You'd think that heat, with all the blessings and disasters it dispenses, might make some noise, toot its horn, don some medals of accomplishment.

But instead, it's silent.

Confident as a fire hydrant and silent.

During zazen this morning, the heat came on like some lazy-easy companion.

I sweat.

The heat was not impressed.

And, after a while, neither was I.

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