Last night was our semi-annual Temple Night & Jukai. It was the 5th time I put on the kesa since ordaining almost a year ago.
As I was taking it off at the end of the evening, I realized that I still have no clue what being a priest means. I could probably go further and say that I have even less of a clue now than I did then, if negative territory exists in matters like these.
So with hands palm-to-palm I say:
Wondrous is the robe of liberation (what lessons it teaches me!)
A treasure beyond form and emptiness (as I'm reminded all the time)
Wearing it I will unfold Buddha's teaching (with no-mind, at best)
For the benefit of all sentient beings (may all of us be at ease!)