"When we are alone on a starlit night, when by chance we see the migrating birds in autumn descending on a grove of junipers to rest and eat;
when we see children in a moment when they are really children, when we know love in our own hearts;
or when, like the Japanese poet, Basho, we hear an old frog land in a quiet pond with a solitary splash
- at such times the awakening, the turning inside out of all values, the "newness," the emptiness and the purity of vision that make themselves evident, all these provide a glimpse of the cosmic dance."
Grasping, seeking, groping in the dark, wading in and embracing the thanks in the glimpses of beauty that mosaics our simple ordinary days.
A place where we may glimpse a piece of the "cosmic dance" that flourishes around, about and through us.