When we begin to inhabit our life more fully, through the heart, something within us takes flight.
What is it? Forms and systems cannot contain it or define it. Words cannot capture it, coming and going cannot locate it.
This thing we call life is precious. As Dogen pointed out, the human body we inhabit is a rare thing, difficult to obtain. When we live within it in appreciation, in gratitude, in reverence, what is not possible?
Sorry to be so brief today. I promise you all a much more substantial essay within the next few days.