The koan is like that, too. Sometimes my mind bugs me, it won’t leave me alone, it keeps presenting me with arguments and counter arguments and stupid conclusions and pretends it’s the only thing in the room. Sometimes it’s good to say, “No.”
It is summer, and I have just helped myself to a few scoops of Dad’s Cardamom ice cream, I don’t believe it. Spoonful after spoonful, I know it is without substance. But it is so good. I don’t believe the calories, either.
Don’t forget we offer an introduction to koan meditation on every first monday of the month, from 6-7pm, right before John’s talk – taught by senior students.
The sound, the sight, the scent, say “Here we are! This is the sound, this is meadow, this is the street. We have always been here.” And we too think “That’s it!”
There’s a natural capacity we all have to just arrive here, in this moment, unadorned and unconcerned with our place or status. The world loves us and every single thing is just as it is. It’s tremendously nourishing to see this.
“The true person of no rank has 6 arms and 3 heads and she is working furiously, smashing Flower Mountain in two with a single blow!”
This is something that happens. We have the capacity to split ourselves like that and sometimes we do, in large or small ways. Sometimes it’s required, sometimes it’s convenient, sometimes it happens by accident or by violence.