An illusion is born, an illusion is put to rest.
A crisp clarity is born, a crisp clarity soars high.
Between the peaks of wisdom and knowledge a clear memory of an adventure emerges.
When the first love meets with the last, what we call 'Zen' emerges.
In our meeting with the zen, 'the shen'.
I have come to forgive the master that knew not himself.
I have come to love the sangha that rests asleep beneath the Bunyan tree.
Waking up in a new land, a new potential is born.