A student asks me: You say we can talk about everything. Can we also talk about nothing?
What is nothing? I reply.

Reading Whitman these days, whose poetry Emerson called a combination of the Bhaghvad Gita and The New York Herald. A perfect fit for me. Whitman himself called it al fresco poetry, poetry written outside the walls, the bounds, of convention and tradition. A perfect fit for me.

The moment, the day, the week, the month, the season feel young.

A monk asked Master Joshu, Please point out the state of true ease.
Joshu replied, Pointing it out makes it uneasy.