Seeing myself coming down from a mountain in Japan carrying a bundle of herbs. I was dressed like a Taoist Sage, Chinese hair in bun, smiling. Sun shining as I walked through a field of grass and flowers. The funny thing for me was that I was not in China, but Japan.
I then realized that I had fled from China and went to live in the mountains of Japan. Not sure where or when. All I can remember seeing is that I came to a small village where I was greeted warmly. I was helping tend the animals and children with herbs and words.
The last image that came to me was my Taoist self staring at me watching. It was like my past life knew I was there watching. He stared at me, Shinzen, smiled and faded away. It felt very peaceful.
Hands palm to palm,
Shinzen
Friday, April 30, 2010
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