Standing on a shorebound precipice, silently gazing out to a blue-green chersonese and wondering how life got here, to this place – this remote island in the midst of an enormous ocean. By what means of transport? And when life arrived, how did it assume form of this panoply of beauty? Still and all, not troubled by the mystery, but grateful to be a part of it – in pursuit of bodhi.
“To watch the sun sink behind a flower clad hill.
To wander on in a huge forest without thought of return. To stand upon the shore and gaze after a boat that disappears behind distant islands. To contemplate the flight of wild geese seen and lost among the clouds.
And, subtle shadows of bamboo on bamboo.” Zeami Motokiyo