Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 Wisdom tells me I am nothing Love tells me I am everything Between the two, my life flows

 The temple bell stops but the sound keeps coming out of the flowers

 You've travelled up ten thousand steps in search of the Dharma. So many long days in the archives, copying, copying, copying. The gravity of the Tang and the profundity of the Sung make heavy baggage. Here! I've picked you a bunch of wildflowers. Their meaning is the same but they're much easier to carry.

 It begins to appear this is not what prayer is about. It is the annihilation of difference, the consciousness of myself in you, of you in me...I begin to recognize you anew, God of form and number. There are questions we are the solution to, others whose echoes we must expand to contain. Circular is our way in. It leads not backward to the snake-haunted garden, but onward to the tall city of glass that is the laboratory of the spirit.