It’s a silent night.
After all the giving and getting, the expectations and preparations, the obligations, inspirations, connections, separations, exaggerations, what is left tonight of Christmas?
Who gave, and what was given? Who received it?
Christ stood on the Mount of Olives not long before his death and wept as he overlooked the teeming city, exclaiming, « Poor Jerusalem, poor Jerusalem! »
The teeming goes on still.
How do you stop the distant teeming? the Zen master asks.