Photo taken 10/31/05 in Tagaytay, PhilippinesWhen I sit zazen by myself, I like to imagine a roomful of Buddhas sitting zazen around me. When I write, I like to imagine a roomful of Buddhas writing alongside me.
Sometimes when I sit zazen, I sense my true loneliness seeping out, getting some fresh air in the quiet.
I want to write well, but I don't need to be considered great at it. I am fine unrecognized, while not fine short of talent. But is it talent that I want? Or is it a path?
Most likely I am okay not having natural writing talent, but not okay with having no writing path.
- from a 10/21/2001 journal entry
