“For some unknown reason, Everyone, Gene Kelly’s beautiful song ‘I’m SingingIn The Rain’ came into my head this morning. It wasn’t raining, so I don’t

“How do we see love, Everyone? How do we see love in others? Most importantly, how do we see love in ourselves and for ourselves?”

“Love is a verb, Everyone!” I’m sure that I’ve read that somewhere else, I thought. Reading my mind, My Zen Master beamed! “Yes, borrowed, not

“Come to the window, Everyone! See how still everything is. No breeze at all today after yesterday’s gale.” “It’s as still as an oil painting,

“Each moment is the only moment, Everyone; I know I’m repeating myself, but this one is worth repeating!” “Solid, My Zen Master! Solid!”

“The child, Everyone, is the father of the adult.” “Excuse me for being pedantic, My Zen Master, but the politically correct might be ‘the child