These days, my religion is just walking around. The sutra I’m chanting is this form in space. I’m not interested in yes or no or smart or dumb. I’m worshiping the light beneath my feet. What is it that is stepping? Walking? Standing? Sitting? Laying down? What is it that is holding us up?…
— Read on zenembodiment.com/2020/01/29/moving-from-the-source-riffs-on-true-embodimennt/