walden house flashes

Stepping through the Friday afternoon heat on the Lemon Loop Trail on San Luis Mountain, first time with that particular journey, I came up and round a corner to this:

I’m happy to say that as soon as I saw what was there, there was only one thought – “Take the bench.”

Autoclave afternoon, drenched with sweat, snake slithering across the trail a few moments back. Sitting there, just sitting, a feeling of never being anywhere else. Nowhere better to go.

As John Tarrant Roshi says of meditation – “Nothing is missing.”