Nothing special

Another warm and windy day has come to Collegeville. Day by day the leaves upon the trees grow fuller in their extent and breadth. The flowers of early Spring fade as the mature mane of Summer foilage gradually takes hold. There remains much growing to be done, but already the signs of life in full bloom are everywhere before our eyes.

I read a chapter of a book this morning by a monk named Suzuki. He was talking about Zen, and why it's stupid to talk about Zen. There's nothing special to it, and especially nothing out of the ordinary. It just points you in the right direction, such as a finger points on in the direction of the moon. Yet shall we confuse the finger with the moon? Nope, there's nothing special about Zen.

So keep it real man, keep it real.