we still dream of events long since gone– or of desires that remain unfulfilled within a life of unchecked emotion. acting out the play that we wrote only to have it run and twist in ways we have little understanding of. where these images and dialogs come from remains a mystery, yet our lives unfold in similar ways following paths that we never intended on taking. the control of the play write is also the omnipotence of God, only these two can write a future of predictable events. we have but one life to live out we try so hard to make it into something yet if we just let go of the anxiety it is, after all, full of wonder and uncertainty.
道清, 禅师 Dochong, JDPSN