I’d like to invite you to sit down
for just one minute,
and not entertain one thought.
Can you do that?
Can you feel the coolness
that wafts through your entire
when you stop thinking?
Not “stop … and”
not “stop … then”
not “stop … so that”
but just stop.
Everything you’ve ever longed for
is waiting for you
in that pause.
The cogs and gears of the “me project”
grind to a halt.
The engineers maintaining the scaffolding of the self
take a smoko.
The universe itself sighs,
so gladdened to see an earth angel
hold the claws of thought apart
for even one minute.
And every cell in your always-fully-awake body
lights up with a smile: “Now, at last,
we can bow before our own experience
and dance our destiny!”
You can do it.
It’ll only take a minute.
One thought-free minute equals one minute of full wideawakeness
or, one minute of intimacy with what the Buddha knew.
(Did you know that?)
You just need to want to meet the Truth of your life
more than you want to entertain a thought about it.
[entertain: v.t. Maintain (correspondence, discourse) Concise Oxford Dictionary]
Calligraphy by Jakusho Kwang, Roshi
a Very Dear someone-I-know
likes to be called ‘I Am’
he says it’s the most powerful name
one can adopt
(the masters told him so)
I tease him and tell him to call me
he’s unamused; he’s very earnest about
his spiritual status and frequently
sends me to Coventry
for my irreverence
I’m probably over-pedantic
(blame it on my story as an ex-educator)
but from the moment it was seen
what ‘I’ is – when IT was fully unclothed
and revealed as naked Presence –
the ‘Am’ has been superfluous
so has the ‘Am Not”, strangely enough,
but kid sisters l-o-v-e to goad)
isn’t the “I am” statement the ultimate oxymoron?
it’s both incongruous and self-contradictory…
the only verb-form ‘I’ can logically take is an IS
for there’s nothing about ‘I’
that could be called personal,
given its inextricability from whatever ‘it’
knows or does
and yet, our entire manner of speaking insists
that we stand as separate objects
when irreducible BE-ing is all that
yes, it’s grammatically incorrect
(teacher winces, adjusts glasses)
but it’s unarguably accurate
in terms of one’s experience
my much-missed bro
when can I come home
and play with you again?