Killing: another form

Tozan said, “…let it kill you.”

He didn’t say, “…do the best you can with it.”  He didn’t say, “…work it into your self-identity and life plan.”  He didn’t say, “…schedule it in when it’s convenient.”

He said, “…let it kill you.”

The “it” is everything/anything: cold and heat, of course, but also the smell of lilacs and the sound of the car alarm that won’t quit in the middle of the night, not to mention the biggies like marriage, being a parent or living as an ordained.

When I want to pull back I need to remember: “…let it kill me.”

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