The miracle is not walking on water. The miracle is to walk on the green earth, dwelling deeply in the present moment and feeling truly alive. – Thich Nhat Hanh
As the story is told, at birth the Buddha rose to his feet, took seven steps and uttered the words, “I alone am the World-Honored One.”
What do you do with a story like that? It’s a miracle story. My reaction to miracle stories is, shall we say, rich and complex. I teeter between a strong aversion to literalism and an acknowledgement that the language of transcendence requires metaphor.
For that reason I won’t take miracles head on. I want to tilt things a little and look at them from a different angle.