What is the shape of afternoon, in the garden, in spring?
Birdsong is the constant outline, coming from nowhere and everywhere, the sound of within.
The swallow’s rhythmic coo is the call of the inside of the world — the inside that has no outside.
Mind is shapely.
The master asks, « How do you stop a distant temple bell? »
who is asking?
how do you stop the suffering in the world? how do ou open the door for the old lady in china?
Darn distant temple bells!
They just won’t take orders.
4 o’clock.
And the beat goes on…
Dling Dlong Dling Dlong Dling Dlong Dling Dlong
clearer: by completely awareness of its jingle.
Background-noises are indeed like ‘symbols of life breaking through’ storylevel.
We often just hear them – aware – not doing – with the lightness of the middle way.
The master asks, "How do you stop a distant temple bell?"
By allowing it to jingle?