Koan: The coin lost in the river is found in the river
Recently, I dove into a pool in San Juan, Puerto Rico and found a coin. There was no way to find its owner. Hmmm… it must be for me. Every day, I wake up, dive into my life, and find a coin. Sometimes, I think this life must belong to someone else. What am I doing here?! Sometimes, I think my life is tucked away and moldering in someone else’s pocket, and I fear I will never find it. But what if … this – just this, what shows up in front of me – is for me? What if this world really is a river, and koans are not metaphors, and I really am finding my way?
Come sit quietly and find your river, your coin, your life.