Good. Morning…I take it your survived Thanksgiving. Today is like coming back from mountain climbing. All the guests are gone. This morning I pause and ask myself what I’m doing? I find my FB presence like in a store window what you pause at on your way along the FB street looking for something new. I’m hungry for an audience that is Going My Way. (Thank you Bing). When I get and occasional question, a serious question on FB, it opens my faucet. But this is like handing out water on the street to the runners. I never see them again.
But the water pressure of my having to pee is getting stronger. I need a bigger cup (metaphor) . As I write, I see that I’m connecting Dharma Dots to my boring everyday mind and life. That’s Zen. But the problem of Zen for me is that it is spontaneous, like my writing to you. My water isn’t bottled.
I do have a few who pause for a longer drink on the marathon of life. Modern life is a marathon going no where, and a few people like me stand at the side handing out water to drink of the run. I would like to have a little water stand where you could sit down in the shade for a few minutes and ask Who am I? What am I doing? Where am I going? What do I really want. Just This pause in the racing mind. That’s all that’s needed, an Empty Pause with a heartfelt question.
I should be a stand up comic. A Zen Speaker. Hey…Motivational Speaking. Do you have an half hour or an hour you would like to fill with spiritual humor? Zen is Buddhism with Jokes. As I witness what I do, it seems that I’m modeling Zen instead of teaching anything. I do Zen. But this Doing Zen is not in any bottled form that one would recognize and say, Oh, That’s Zen water. This Zen is living Zen. Living Dharma, not bottle Dharma. The Dharma Water comes in a bottle shaped like me. My words are the label.
I drink the Dharma, and you drink the Dharma both of us at the same time. The ONE that is two, you and me drinking the same Dharma. Zen is the ONE that is Two, and when you see that you laugh because Zen is ironic. Zen is the leap of irony.
Suddenly I remember Alan Watts. The Dharma I got from his keeps on giving, but right now I remembering his honest description of what he did. “I’m a Spiritual Entertainer” he said with an ironic laugh, and his enjoyment in his speaking was obvious. A Zen Entertainer….basically Zen is about that POP of irony, when you just POP and laugh at the irony. In the laugh your thirst for certainty is removed. When we laugh we are the ONE that is Two. The struggle is over All the tension between the Two trying to be One is released in the laugh. But let me end with a story of what happened yesterday.
Got on 460 yesterday coming back from Richmond and a deer lay in waiting in the bushes on the median so it could run across in front of the 70 miles an hour car, causing me to swerve just enough to miss the hind quarters. How close we are to death and disaster. Always just a second away. And yet if I had been hooked up on a hospital monitor, my heart didn’t skip a beat. There was no story. It was just this. That’s Zen.