Nothing Zen
Zen cannot be grasped, it cannot be taught, it cannot be achieved. Zen is impossible.
Zen is the wordless language of being here now. It does not strive to become. It is. Zen is the bird flying over the face of the moon-glazed lake. The Zen of Tao is also the Tao of Zen. The branch grows out of the trunk that grows out of the ground that grows out of fallen leaves. What turns is turned around.
Achieve the impossible. Practice Zen.
