Day 92

Like mud, it slides off. And when it dries, it falls off.
It leaves nothing behind.
Can't go back to check if it's still there
Or even if it rained.
It leaves no evidence.
Can't build on muddy grounds
As it will too slide down into the earth.
What then?
Like a child playing with sand
Knowing that with the next wave the castle will be wiped out
It continues to build with the same enjoyment it watches it disappear
And shouts into the sky, "Let's do it again!"

The Practice

Wednesday Morning - 10 minute meditation
Thursday Morning - 15 minute meditation
Friday Morning - 20 minute meditation

Reflection

I withdrew my application from the Zen Center. I can go there and look for direct experience or I can stay here and be with it now. It doesn't mean that I don't enjoy sitting at the Zendo or seeing familiar friendly faces. It doesn't mean anything. It's what it is.

I spent this past Sunday at home, laying in bed, eating, walking, reading, being very ordinary instead of at the Zen Center trying to get there and I can report that trying to get there is like trying to dress a tree in leaves in order to make it look like a tree when it is THAT already.