Miracles

My Zen master was a special forces agent in the Japanese army in WWII. 30 minutes before he was to fly his kamakazi mission, the emperor announced Japan had surrendered.

I listened to him share some of his life story this morning and I wept. So many parallels between his mother and my own. Between his teenage years and my grandfathers. His way of being in the world and the world view I believe in my heart to be true.

I am not so keen to come home...love you all! internet time is short. I'm only allowed out of the temple every 5 days (except for emergencies)...better get back.

I feel like flying into a million pieces, but I know I already am in a million pieces and the million pieces are One.

Zen does this to you, I guess.