Autumn tastes like change and transformation. Leaves fall, the plants and squirrels sleep. We plant bulbs and hope for blossoms in spring. Zazen takes on a serious tenor, sitting like a mountain awaiting a blanket of snow. I take out my warm under-robe for sitting in the zendo. No hibernation for Mu!Snowflakes fall within the smell of incense
Can you smell spring?
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