Whatsoever is not said in all sincerity, is wrongly said.  And not to be able to rid oneself of this is only to sink deeper toward perdition.

Lao-tzu

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I sit this morning before the sun is seen listening to shakuhachi meditation music.

The shakuhachi is a simple, ancient Chinese bamboo flute brought to Japan and used by Zen Buddhist monks in their meditations.  It is difficult to play and requires its player to be attentive to their breathing.  Zen monks consider it an extension of their zazen – their sitting meditation.

The shakuhachi was played by komuso (“priests of nothingness”) as they wandered the streets of Edo seeking charitable offerings.

Those who play the shakuhachi and those who listen to it hear a breath in its sound and make us mindful of the breath that is loaned to each of us by God.

Like silence and the wind in the trees and the dark of night, listening to the breath of God in the shakuhachi draws us closer to the Divine, to the All, to the Infinite, to from where we came and where we may return.

Meditation and the sacred sound of breath in the shakuhachi bring us to The Way, their properties know no religious limit, no exclusion but what we impose on ourselves or accept as a dividing imposition.

We played the flute for you, and you did not dance …

Come to me, all you who are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest.

Mt 11:17,28

Have a restful day.  Take time in quiet.  There God speaks to you.

Shalom.

 

 

 

 

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