Living Zen Life

Everywhere you go in Zen life, the talk and the words are about emptiness. I won’t try to explain it here because I really couldn’t say. I’m too much in love with what seems to be full of life, its hard and soft tissues – colorful, fragrant, beautiful. Perhaps if I were younger I would study this with great enthusiasm. My enthusiasm for such study has ended. I only wish for all the experiences of emptiness that I can get. A tree may be empty of permanent existence but it is still a tree. Oh, I’m not necessarily doubting that all things, including that tree, are devoid of permanent existence. But, how would I know as I’ll be gone long before the tree will, it still standing, waving branches and leaves to the open sky?