When Zen master Fa-ch'an was dying, a squirrel screeched on the roof. It's "just this" he said, "and nothing more."
The writers in JustThis look at Spring this issue. Spring is birth, they say; find hope in its new life, its beginning. But spring has in it both blossom and thorn, and beginning implies ending, the great cycle of life. Though we may rejoice in spring, we turn to that which underlies it. Spring is “the entire world acting through itself” in each moment. We can understand it as constantly manifesting. We can understand it as a place, a not-place, from which life comes, a tender center “where we are guided to each other.” We practice, we let it manifest.