My Buddhist teacher wrote a lovely poem about the foundation's brand new sanctuary that burned in a recent fire. Most of the buildings are gone, and the caretakers lost their house and all their possessions. So this place of trees and verdancy has become ashes. His poem says to "stay with the not knowing. Many found true freedom by surrendering to not knowing. This is indeed an ancient secret that liberated thousands of hearts."
We feel sadness when we don't yet know what the future will bring. Perhaps the sanctuary will be transformed into open meadows with an abundance of wildflowers and animals with food to forage. It will be sunny instead of shaded. There will be tents until there are structures. Trees will spring up and they will be surprising species. The hillsides will be flaming with fireweed. Our expectation is dashed, but thus it is with most expectation. People will come together to rebuild and respect nature anew. It was a land unownable. It belongs to nature. We must respectfully accept whatever nature offers us. I have a feeling it will be spectacular.
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