“If you are unable to find the truth right where you are,” asks Zen Buddhist, Dōgen Zenji. “then, where else do you expect to find it?”

My darlings, there is a vastness within our being. A simple truth undeterred by the limitations of time and space; and yet- ever changing. We refrain from the wholesomeness of this life and this world; we take measure from attributes rather than authenticity.

In doing so, we lose connection with that simple truth.

We see the snow-capped mountains off to the distance, but – do we ever consider their greatness outside the scale of human thought?

“To me a mountain is a buddha,” writes Jack Kerouac. “the patience of hundreds and thousands of years, just sitting there being perfectly silent…praying for all living creatures.”

It is the majesty of its trails and walking paths, it is the sum total of experiences shared to all wanderers who dared. It is the heron’s ascent across the mirrored pond, and the moon’s reflection within that ‘single drop of dew.’

Like us, it has everything it needs. Like us, it is all and everything at once — with nearly imperceptible changes serving only to enhance its beauty.

My darlings, even the delicate shards of our wounded hearts contain miracles beyond comprehension.

When we see life and this world beyond the limitations of measure, my darlings – that is when we’ll finally know our truth.

Namaste, my loves ~ ❤️