It's pouting and grumbling, refusing to give me any ideas to write about today. So, I thought this would be a good time to bring up Zen.
I love Zen.
Zen is the Seinfeld of spiritual philosophies and disciplines.
Zen, in its purist form, its only form, is about nothing.
And that’s perfect for me....
I can do nothing...with my eyes closed.
This is my favorite unattributed Zen saying:
"To know that there is nothing to know,
And to grieve that it is so difficult
to communicate this “nothing to know” to others—
this is the life of Zen,
this is the deepest thing in the world...."
How cool is that!
I've been trying to tell people that exact same thing for years, except my method involves a lot shouting, disdainful looks and hair pulling...sometimes theirs.
And the beauty of Zen is that the less you know, the more you know…
And that’s alright with me. Especially since my brain is on a time out.
This is a Zen sign called the "open circle". There’s another symbol called the "closed circle", but we’re not discussing that today…because I say so.
From Energy Healing Circle.com :
“The open circle represents the imperfection found in all things, and suggests to the student to stop striving for perfection and instead to allow the universe to be as it is.”
See…just like I was trying to tell them in High School!
“The open circle is a concept that reflects closely with Japanese Zen Buddhism. The Japanese concept of wabi sabi is that all things are perfect as they are…”
An example would be, oh, I don’t know, let’s say, for no reason in particular, someone collects heart shaped stones on the beach, any beach, maybe even a Stamford beach. But instead of scouring the beach, day after day, wreaking havoc on their C2 vertebrae, they could easily go out and buy dozens of heart shaped stones in a store, someplace, and each one would be shiny, bright and perfect.
But they don't...cuz to the Zenster, these manufactured stones could never equal the perfection found in the imperfection of the real heart shaped stones hiding beneath the muddy shore. Plus, in a way, aren't the stones really finding you, instead of you finding them?
And that’s so cool. That’s so Zen…
Buying them in a store is just so retail…unless they’re on sale.
And if that doesn’t make any sense to you, then more the better.
Anyway gotta go. My brain is starting to quibble with my body again. I’ve gotta separate them.
But I’ll leave you with this, a quote from the Buddha himself:
Gotta love the Zen...