Well, more rambling than usual.
I went surfing. It was one of those days where the -ness of it all leaves you breathless and at home. As if God had honeysuckle for breath and the ocean served up great golden mountains of water to slide down. And it must be paradise because everywhere from here is the wrong way.
Now I am on the train. My phone has died and I cannot remember anyone's phone number so I have you. And the window. And I am glad to report that the clouds and the water and the decaying piers, and the whistle and the sore lower back, and even Martinez are all where they are supposed to be.
Enjoy the sunset.
“A Course on Koans” is the delusion-riddled work of Chris Kufu (“Wind in the Void”) Wilson, who began practicing Zen in 1967. He regards Taizan Maezumi, Robert Aitken, and David Weinstein as his root teachers. Each of them pecked at his shell until he “completed” the never-ending koan curriculum of the Harada-Yasutani lineage.
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