Woke up this morning at 5:30 and went down to zen center for a half day meditation retreat. Just finished about 45 minutes ago. I don't have much to say about it, other than it's good to take a break from the wild, moving, everyday world and watch yourself more closely. It's really no break, just a different expression.
Got to sit with that mud I wrote about yesterday, watch the waves of fear, tightness, and mind chatter rise and fall. Lots of fleeting hang ups, but also a bubbling brook of desire to stay devoted to embodying the bodhisattva vows in my own, unique, lay practitioner life. Everything I wondered about yesterday is still valid, just less frantic and tensed up.
Waking, I bicycled to bird calls.
Stepping back into the world six hours later,
to a greeting of tar
and road construction.
Every breath
seamlessly
moving through it all.
May your lives go well.
1 comment:
How wonderful. And coincidentally, yesterday our local group did the same thing, gathering at a ranch near the mountains early in the morning for a one-day retreat.
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