The Brooklyn Sutras

Morning zazen, a quiet room, incense, a candle, ceaseless mind, knowing you’re somewhere gives me strength. 

Saturday night sit, Zendo all but empty, intimate, complete.

Sunday crowd, knees touching, toe dippers sit wide-eyed; curious, others attempt focus, we stumble gently along the path. 

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