I remember years ago in Korea in the Peace Corps, how I felt the first time I partook of the daily culture of "just sitting" together with friends in informal tearooms in Seoul, without saying a word; at first I felt quite nervous and bored, but when I was able to relax my mind and just be, it was a refreshing communion... each moment's meeting of a person or even a flower is precious and fleeting, it is to be savored completely, perhaps best in silence.
Inner light is not hidden/
Myriad openings lead to it.
In passing from darkness to light,
One moves freely between eternity
and now.
If this be but true,
I have no fear.
Yet myriad seem the hazards
of the journey.
Myriad openings lead to it.
In passing from darkness to light,
One moves freely between eternity
and now.
If this be but true,
I have no fear.
Yet myriad seem the hazards
of the journey.