In this new world, it will be abundantly clear that the bare branches of the winter trees are our teachers. In their daily dance of moving here and there, we will see once again the true meaning of our life. In the wind song of their being, we will hear God’s unmistakable voice. We will follow what appears before us - what had once been difficult will now unfold with ease.
*Ox and Window by Zen Master Hakuin Ekaku, 1685-1768
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