I have gone through many gateways. But I am neither monk, nor nun, nor priest. I am neither Zen or Buddhist. I am neither teacher nor guide, nor author. I am a dark seed of a lineage that has resisted annihilation for thousands of years. I am a voice from the great darkness of transformation, grace, and constant birth and death. I am a collective voice that weeps and protests. I am the ever-abundant blackness and darkness that has given birth to everything. I am life from the first source of life. I am because we are.
After asking the questions of life, I walk with them in the mountains, in the forest, by the water. I listen in the silence of gardens. Instead of imagining the unexplainable I allow what’s confusing to untangle itself in the wind, in the rain, in the heat of the land. I allow the breath, that I place my faith in, to slow me down and lead. There is no grasping for knowledge.”
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