Perhaps instead I was just born just this moment deposited here by some oversized stork, and trying to make sense of it all.
I’m reaching not to lose myself, and myself is both the personal, and all the rest of it, too: the sound of the fog dripping off the trees, the owls hooting to each other in the dark, the clock ticking.
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What am I doing here? There must be some way out. Who are these people?
We’re trapped here in this life, on this planet, complete with its uncertainties…
Koans are like divinations, or Yi King readings, or friends who show up to help you see your own face and your own life. In the koan world, there is no moment of your life that is not true and real.
Zen is about appreciating the longing and the love of life, this very life. It is, indeed, the mistress calling: “Little Jade! Little Jade!” Sometimes she calls in Chengdu, sometimes in Cairo, and at other times, in your town.
Spring is a time of rebirth, as the ground thaws and new buds sprout from the trees, we may feel a similar restlessness to peck out of our own constrictions and step out into new beginnings.
But will we be alive? Let’s explore our affirmation of renewal that is so present this time of year.
I can feel when I’m heading for the demons. It feels so right. I feel so right, on fire with indignation. The dark clouds have appeared and my purpose is clear. Nothing will stop me in my single minded pursuit of making my point or getting my way. It’s exactly the opposite of the not knowing that I find so nourishing. I’m not always wrong when I’m sailing towards the demons, but it’s good to notice that my mind and heart have been hijacked.