“Angels have wings, Everyone; Angels have wings!”
I looked at My Zen Master. We were in the middle of our morning meditation and he had whispered this, without opening his eyes…it was as though he had just seen an angel, just had visitation from an angel. I remained silent, yet gently smiled.
“Cloud gazing – sky gazing – blueness gazing – grey gazing – pitter patter gazing – umbrella up gazing; now is now and is perfect
“Friendship, Everyone, all the aspects of friends with a capital ‘F’ and friends with a lower case ‘f’…that’s our pondering today, Everyone!” “Solid, My Zen
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