This theme running through these texts, closely related sutras is the better way to live alone. Alone in the sense of all one not being deceived by thinking that one has to reject society or live apart from the world in order to practice this. But to live to be living deeply the prison moment to be aware of what is going on. Found a wonderful passage from Shodo, Harada Roshi, which describes the the Zen approach to this being deeply aware of the present moment, living in the present moment which is giving a wholehearted attention to our experience, what we are seeing, but also what is seeing the same with the other senses, hearing, tasting and so forth. What is this? What is this mystery of being existing and sensing? Astrum is quite short, I'll read this passage to to you all. Our focus has to be on our essence, not on concepts of doing good and avoiding bed, all of the seasons all of the times of the day, right in this very moment, where there is nothing but this absolute truth. In the spring, we become one with the flowers. In summer, we become one with the breeze, in autumn we become one with the moon. In winter, we are one with the snow, we transform with each of these we transform in the morning, the afternoon and the night. And in this way, we know Buddha Nature directly what is it? Keep that question to the point where it becomes what is seeing and what is being seen what is hearing and what is being heard, what is smelling and what is being smelled or melted into one and merged completely to the point where you cannot even know whether it is us sitting in the Zendo or if the Zendo it is the Zendo that is sitting. We need to keep going non stop without a break asking what is it? What is it? What is it? Otherwise, we are wasting our precious time? Keep that question going to the point where it becomes what is seeing and what is being seen what is hearing and what is being heard. What is smelling and what is being smelled, or melted into one and merged completely to the point that life energy, that life energy that fills your ears and fills your eyes and does the hearing and does the seeing and you will know its deepest roots not from your head. But from your experience. The blowing wind sounds and you become the wind sound. The bell rings and you become It's ringing. There is nothing beyond that. In one instance. under any of these may come forth from my years as hearing, there is no division between inner and outer between the world of myself the act of hearing and that which is being heard, this place where there is no separation at all, can only be spoken of as love