If it wasn't for those Suzukis -- D.T. and Shunryu -- I'd be probably be wormfood. I love what they wrote and taught. I particularly like Shunryu's sense of abstract, whimsical mischief. To me that's the essence of spirituality: getting over yourself and laughing in the dark.
I find though that a lot of self-consciously spiritual people seriously need to remove the earnest and worthy puritanism and realise that what looks like shit is actually fertilizer.
A bloodless asceticism can become a humorless attachment until they realise the dirt, meat and mess of life is as essential as the most elegant and restrained tea ceremony.
If it wasn't for those Suzukis -- D.T. and Shunryu -- I'd be probably be wormfood. I love what they wrote and taught. I particularly like Shunryu's sense of abstract, whimsical mischief. To me that's the essence of spirituality: getting over yourself and laughing in the dark.
I find though that a lot of self-consciously spiritual people seriously need to remove the earnest and worthy puritanism and realise that what looks like shit is actually fertilizer.
A bloodless asceticism can become a humorless attachment until they realise the dirt, meat and mess of life is as essential as the most elegant and restrained tea ceremony.
The more one resists change, the more anxious one becomes. It's that simple.
Some Ideas On Meditation
My thoughts are not
I
more like I
am driving down a highway
while thoughts pass like billboards…
as I leave downtown
billboards disappear
and the mind is quiet:
or…uh oh! there’s another one.
Hard to ignore
billboards
when they have sexy images
and the road is nearly deserted:
almost…damn! there’s another one.
Even this idea, this poem
interrupted me, got me up
from my cushion to write.
Ah, I still can't come to terms with consciousness. Is it us, or are we it? Is it Jungian or is it as much of an illusion as perhaps life itself?
Please say MORE - or maybe enuf is enuf. Can I get back to you?
Have your people call my people. We'll set something up.