Any attempt to describe the essence of Zen falls disappointingly short within the limited construct of words, like trying to convey the sound of raindrops falling upon a flower petal in September, or the sensual experience of a warm cup of tea on a winter morning, or the awareness of the universe as it flows freely through your breath, limitless without…
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