Our lives appear to be unbroken blocks of seventy or eighty continuous years, but, actually...when you maintain the straightforward frankness of your own mind as it comes to life each instant, even without effort, even without training, you are beautifully born each instant. You die with each instant, and go on to be born again, instant by instant.
....when you go to the kitchen to prepare dinner, be born in the kitchen. When you finish there, die. Then be born again at the dining table as you eat your dinner and, when you finish eating, die there. Be born in the garden, and sweep with your broom. When you get into bed at night, die there. And when daylight comes, and you awaken in your bed, be born anew. If you have cancer, be born with cancer.
Always now - just now - come into being. Always now - just now - give yourself to death. Practicing this truth is Zen practice.
~ Soko Morinaga Roshi, from One Chance, One Encounter
Read the whole thing over at Tricycle, once again your source for brilliant and humbling observations on being alive in a body on the last day of January, 2011. The samadhi of play. The Buddha nature of being born again in every moment. The "flickering, appearing, and disappearing" of the self, in union, in fusion. Go.