I have lost track of how many times I've been to Kenninji. It's the oldest Zen temple in Kyoto and Dogen Zenji stayed here for a while. I often wander around here experiencing the worn floorboards through my worn socks.
I am usually by myself, which is the way to welcome Kenninji. I have a strong longing for these enviroments.
In my house, my dusty meditation cushion mocks me like a drunk little fat man.
One day.
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