We went and said hi at a special place at the temple. As the sky opened up and we were drenched in a deluge, we both swore that we could imagine laughter from that well loved man.
Thanks Sunshine for a good, good visit.
And a tourist shot, from Spence’s Bridge after an excellent meal at the Packing House.
Lots of photos taken, a bit of scrambling in the mud, a bit of walking. The ingredients were all there.
This is a line from a lovely poem, recently re-read.
“That Which is Engraved Upon the Heart That Trusts to the Eternal.”
Translated from the Chinese of the Thirtieth Ancestor, Great Master Chien-chih Seng-ts’an
From Buddhist Writings, a book from our practice.*
This was spotted on our morning walk around the golf course. Someone had placed this image, that of Kwan Yin, on the stump at the side of the trail.
Kwan Yin, also known as Kanzeon, Avalokiteswara, Great Compassion – She Who Hears the Cries of the World.
A reminder of the real.
* Jiyu-Kennett, MacPhillamy and Nearman, translators. Buddhist Writings (Mount Shasta California: Shasta Abbey, 1994) p.213.