“Home is where the heart is”
I would say, however, “Heart is where the home is, and the home is everywhere”
Poets, sages, & monks in ancient times made their hermitages on the sides of mountains, in forests, in jungles. Your hermitage has already sprung up around you. It is apartment walls so thin you can hear your neighbors shouting. It is a backyard fence with dogs barking on the other side. Your hermitage is the bus you ride to work in the morning, rolling across the earth. You have no control over it, you can’t protect it from the weather or the heat, but you can appreciate it.
It is yours, this hermitage, this life. Kodo says “everyone is homeless.” Where does your heart go?
Gassho and thank you for being here.