Walking tells you where you are. Dogen said “When you find yourself where you already are practice occurs.” The language of dogs and birds teaches you your own language. I think of reality as the aggregate of the perceptions of all creatures. It’s important for me to understand that I’m no more important than a bird. Walking is walking. We’re bipeds. Everything of value is informed by spirit. The Navajo bow to the directions on waking. I walk. For truly bad weather I have a zafu from which I’ve tipped over sideways several times when thinking about women or food.
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