I sit in nembutsu. The image comes of men as a prisma, just natural receiving the sunlight from one side and reflecting this light in all different colours and forms all around in the neighbourhood. The place and the form of the prisma influences the diversity in forms and colours, as the uniqueness of men gives all different colours and forms. Without sunlight the prisma is just a piece of glass; no colours, less shining. A prisma has not the illusion that it creates all this colours by own power, that colours are his possesion. We so often do, as a 'personality' disconnected from the Whole.
I can feel this image, when my body, mind and heart are relaxed and open, natural, without tension or goal. Sometimes the sun is hidden after clouds and the colours disappear... until they come back. We may trust in that.
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