My husband and I are buying a large house where we are planning to establish a temple for our Zen community. We sit in a great deal of flux and uncertainty as we wait for our closing date, and we are full of gratitude to so many friends and sangha members who have helped us pack this week.
One friend in Canada sent this poem from Kodo Sawaki Roshi, quoting a popular verse:
Wherever it goes,
The snail is at home when it dies.
There is no world outside the kesa.