I chant the Heart Sutra in the morning, and the Heart Sutra is about the awakening of prajna, the mind that doesn’t rest on form. This is the mind that transcends suffering because it doesn’t weigh everything like a butcher. It just acts, and through its creative action creates the world it lives in. It’s like a clean kitty little.
I’ve been looking for the “perfect kitty” litter. The best is First Step because it clumps the pee and shit so you can lift it out, leaving clean odorless litter behind. Fresh Step ZEN is Prajna, a mind clear of the shit of worry about tomorrow.
So I recommend Fresh Step Zen. Sprinkle the Heart Sutra on the mind and your worry about tomorrow will clump and you can lift it out, leaving a clean sandbox to play in all day.
A Fresh Step mind loves to make stuff in the sandbox. It grabs this form (for me ideas) and that form and makes new forms. Then at the end of the day, it smooths out the world it has played in and goes home for a scotch.
OK, we are talking about finding a home not dependent upon conditions, which is location and time. In Zen, you are always already at home. But this unconditional home is not a thought but a feeling, a way of being at home in the moment. Being At Home is the end of the comparing mind that is always comparing this experience with a better one you have stored in your memory “of home.”
We are looking for home now in the right place, within. But those who search for “home” within will notice that you cannot find it there either. What can we do?
We need a daily practice that takes out the kitty litter. We need a practice that clumps the memory of home and removes it from the sandbox of the day. Children play in the sandbox. But adult fills the sandbox up with regrets, grievances, doubts, fears, and desires. The sandbox is always full of yesterdays.
Your practice (we may call them spiritual practices like meditation, mantra, study, devotion, etc.) clumps the pain and removes it from the sandbox of the mind. Now you can play. Now you can take a Fresh Step. Like the Navaho Sand Painter, you don’t cling to anything, not even your best art.