Dominican Preaching through Word and Image
Imperfect, limited, and vulnerable as I am, the sun still shines upon me, things do work out, food appears, rain falls, wonderful conversations take place, and the grass grows without any help from me.
When we look deeply at a flower, we can see the whole cosmos contained in it.
It’s not like you have to empty your mind and then you can listen to the flowers. If you try to listen to the voice of flowers, you naturally start emptying your mind. For me, ikebana is a practice of the mind.
We’re impermanent as ripples in a lake and bubbles in a river. But our true nature is the water that pours down.
Nature teaches us simplicity and contentment, because in its presence we realize we need very little to be happy.
My finger can point to the moon, but my finger is not the moon. You don’t have to become my finger, nor do you have to worship my finger. You have to forget my finger, and look at where it is pointing.
In the scenery of spring, nothing is better, nothing worse. The flowering branches are; some long, some short.
I do not at all understand the mystery of grace–only that it meets us where we are but doesn’t leave us where it found us.