It isn’t about the tree that Buddha sat under.
You won’t find enlightenment no matter how long you sit there.
Go find your own tree.
Or a rock.
Or an island
in the middle of a freeway.
The birthplace of Jesus shouldn’t be a pilgrimage site.
It isn’t the place. The place doesn’t matter.
That it happened is what matters.
Don’t charge admission to truth.
Don’t sell tickets to joy.
Where any enlightened person walked or lived or taught should be forgotten.
You can’t learn from ghosts in places.
Follow who they followed, back to the root.
Who is at the beginning?
Who is at the source?
You don’t have to go to the holy land.
Black Elk tells us that
the holy land is everywhere.
Right here, right where you are,
put a plaque. Memorialize it for future generations.
Have it say “I am here”
And then burn it down.