“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.
“New Year approaches, Everyone!” “A perfect pondering, past-present-future, My Zen Master!” “Solid, Everyone! Solid!”
“We are, each and every one of us, Everyone, we are unique individuals; yet, yet! We are also one with each other and every single
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