In the morning paper, a headline on an article about the tenor Plácido Domingo: Singing every day as if it were the last
Every day IS the last, every song the last and best.
Domingo said he would end his fabulous career by simply one evening after a performance saying, That’s it!
And so it is.
Life begins and ends with one breath.
One breath
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Enseignante Zen et poète, Sensei Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell est née et a grandi à Minneapolis, aux Etats-Unis. Arrivée en France en 1981 pour étudier la littérature et l’histoire, elle y est restée, s’installant à Paris, où elle élève ses deux enfants et gagne sa vie en tant que journaliste.
The Zen teacher and poet Amy “Tu es cela” Hollowell Sensei was born and raised in Minneapolis, but came to France in 1981 to study literature and history and has lived in Paris ever since, raising her two children and making a living as a journalist.
Some decades ago I ran the marathon of Amsterdam (in 3 hours 23 minutes and 36 seconds).
Fortunately at the time I knew nothing about Zen because “running every mile as if it were the last” would have been a very bad idea.
“Running every mile as if there were another hundred miles to go” worked out much better.
But maybe in a sense both attitudes are the same. They take us to the moment by relocating (in our mind) the finish line.
Either it is right here or it is too far away to be of interest.
One breath, ten comments!
It is all present in a single breath, shout, blow or performance.
Yes.
But at the same time there’s always more and it always changes.
One breath never ends.
After a fabulous career, old age and death.