When Dogs Fly

With palms together,
Good Morning Everyone,

The morning sun has already risen over the mountains and its glaring light is blasting through our windows. Then, in the blink, cool shade. It is going to be a cloudy day here.
Or a sunny day. It depends on when your eyes are open.

Life is like that.

If our eyes are closed our world is self constructed in darkness. Imagination takes us to places unreal, chimera.

If our eyes are open and we do not see clearly, its something else again. We see our own creation, assign meaning to it, attach to it and suffer through it.

If our eyes are open and we see clearly, our reality is as it is...or as Suzuki-roshi was fond of saying, we see "things as it is". In this "state" (which is no state at all), A bird is a bird and a dog is a dog. No problem.

As the kabbalists say, though, come and see...

We say a dog is a dog and a bird is a bird. We say on the one hand they are the same, buddha nature, empty, and so on. Yet there they are, one barks and runs, the other flies and sings, different.

But birds bark and dogs sing, dogs fly and birds run. The same. How do birds run and bark as dogs fly and sing? Look deeply.

When we use our own words and phrases, big problem. Look deeply, get inside the oneness of life. There resides the answer.

Be well.