Back after days and days of retreat, on an island in the North Sea off the coast of Holland. Was endlessly washed by the wind and occasional rain under magnificent skies by night and day.
Like the clouds, nothing stayed for long.
Here, now, nothing stays for long, either.
I think of Joshu’s Four Gates:
A monk asked, What is Joshu?
Joshu replied, East Gate, West Gate, North Gate, South Gate.