The robins nesting above my front door have flown their nest. How quickly from egg to wing they fly.

The robin and worm both know their nature. It is my nature to wonder who am I.

I roam the lawns of my world, head cocked, listening, then hopping to a new spot. Ah, the worm of insight stirs.

I jumped from the nest too early-premature awakening I presume-and for decades I had to be fed by gurus and philosophers while I flapped on the ground, my wings not fully grown.

Learning to fly is all about trying. We try and try but flight only happens as a surprise, when the egg of failure hatches.

ZEN FITS…I love the double meaning of this. For me Zen is a metaphor, not a religion or Tradition that requires belonging to or adhering to a particular system. For me Zen is like Eureka, a surprise awakening insight, or IDEA that. unifies what one has previous experienced as confusion, a dark night of uncertainty and doubt. Suddenly, you break out and fly. 

Zen is not a fixed state of mind or being, but a practice of leaping out of the conditioned nest of the mind. We fly and try and try and fly…life is a continuous leaping out of nests. When we leap from one nest, we find ourselves in a bigger one, and it is the grown of consciousness that makes us discover the edge of the larger nest, and when we discover it, again we try to fly from it, again and again. At the end of our flying, we fly again.

My talks are a Zen Flying. I have a seed idea, turn on the iPad to LIVE and flap my lips. I don’t know where the ten minute flight will take me. But I trust the Zen Fits.