Prose

On Words

So immersed in language did you become that eventually every word, every utterance became something entirely divine. And then you couldn’t speak at all for fear that you might sully […]

Prose

Koan

A Zen master, walking through the woods in autumn, asked his student; “Are you enlightened?’ to which the student replied; ‘Who is enlightened?’. The old master stopped and said, ‘I […]