Zenju Earthlyn Manuel

‘I have felt like a buffalo in medicine ceremonies. I have flown with an eagle feather while dancing in the wind of a Lakota arbor. And I have felt like a tiny bird bouncing on a branch during zazen. I have had many glimpses of being and not being while sitting. The lights have been dimmed. The chants chanted. The incense offered. And then there is this feeling that I could very well be touching the moon, the one in the dewdrop. I am clear that I have experienced meditation as a shamanic journey, particularly zazen, where there is no one guiding the breath, not even the practitioner.’ (The Shamanic Bones of Zen)

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