A weekend of studying the Heart Sutra went something like this:
Boundless, we go around and around, and back and forth, with words and silence, speaking and not, we move from cushions to chairs and from chairs to cushions, we start in one place (a house) on Saturday and move to another (an office) on Sunday, we shift from French to English, English to French, « old » translation to « new » and back, I talk, another talks and another and another, we each bring a dish, a contribution to consume as one, many parts together make a single splendid meal.