My Zen Master said 243:
“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 stolen, Everyone! Love is a verb…a verb denotes movement, Everyone.” “Solid, My Zen Master! Solid!”
My Zen Master said 244:
“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, My Zen Master.” “Yes, Everyone. But what we don’t see is the movement in absolutely everything.” “Movement?” “Everything is moving, Everyone. See the leaves on the trees. They look still, […]