To Write Something

To write something and leave it behind us,
It is but a dream.
When we awake we know
There is not even anyone to read it.

Ikkyu [via]

The same day I read Owen’s pondering over the lack of comments on deeply personal posts (plus his follow-up), I came across the koan above. My first reaction was, “How appropriate for blogging.”

But that did not sit very well with me. And so I waited. (In the spirit of the namesake of this Journal, I let the old cow chew on the cud for awhile to see what she’d spit out.)

Then the next day, I remembered one of my favorite verses. It is from John 3:8 where Jesus is speaking with Nicodemus.

The wind blows where it wills, and you can hear the sound it makes, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes; so it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.

[draw a heart]

If one writes from the heart, as in the spirit of love and giving and sharing, regardless of motives, expectations, and possible rewards, the Spirit will carry it along His wind to use as He wills, to send His grace to those who feel the breeze.

And so, I beg to differ partially with the koan above from Zen Buddhism. This koan aptly applies to much of what is written on the internet, or even in print, but not all. There is always Someone to read it.

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