Nothing is absolute
When you reflect upon yourself, you find nothing there at all. Try it. Take a moment. When you just breathe in and out quietly, what is your source? Your light? Really, there is nothing there. Then what is your source, your light? There it is! The pantry! There it is! The gate!
Our language is formed in turn by the pantry and the gate, by the rose and the lily, the dog and the fish and the tiger, the clouds and the stones. There is no language that is not the wording of our habitat, and no self whatever, except a temporary formation of the total environment.
- Robert Aitken Roshi, Original Dwelling Place.
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