We carried our grief to the ocean's edge, sat quiet in the sand; the sorrows softened as the waves washed over them and the brilliance of the morning sun upon the shimmering waters filled our hearts with wonder.
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People often ask me how Buddhists answer the question: ‘Does God exist?’ The other day I was walking along the river...I was suddenly aware of the sun, shining through the bare trees. Its warmth, its brightness, and all this completely free, completely gratuitous. Simply there for us to enjoy. And without my knowing it, completely spontaneously, my two hands came together, and I realized that I was making gassho. And it occurred to me that this is all that matters: that we can bow, take a deep bow. Just that. Just that.