When we are sitting, practicing zazen, in this place, although we do not speak, we are not mute. We are fully expressing Buddhism.
Likewise when we speak from this place.
Likewise when we hear, from this place.
Expression, like love, is like a tiny bird flying from the heart. Much as we try, we cannot preserve it in pictures, or in words, or in stone.
We are not sheltering within a temple of words built long ago called Buddhism.
Indra’s net is the whole network of practitioners now and all times, extended everywhere, everywhere fully expressing illumination. If buddhist expression simply travelled from the past to now, it would illuminate nothing.
The past illuminates the present. The present illuminates the past. The present illuminates the present. Because of this, the stone bird flies everywhere.