Richness in the Everyday
An early morning visit with a friend.
Her greeting is warm and welcoming.
She tends to my raincoat
as I set down my umbrella.
At the kitchen table
our conversation is nurtured
by the wafting aroma of tea,
by the taste of strawberries,
by laughter and tears.
At morning’s end I find
my shoes in careless disarray
at the front entry.
Six more years.
“Six more years” is a reference to the koan, Every Minute Zen:
Zen students are with their masters at least ten years before they presume to teach others. Nan-in was visited by Tenno, who, having passed his apprenticeship, had become a teacher. The day happened to be rainy, so Tenno wore wooden clogs and carried an umbrella. After greeting him Nan-in remarked: “I suppose you left your wooden clogs in the vestibule. I want to know if your umbrella is on the right or left side of the clogs.”
Tenno, confused, had no instant answer. He realized that he was unable to carry his Zen every minute. He became Nan-in’s pupil, and he studied six more years to accomplish his every-minute Zen.
Yours to ponder…
Can every-minute Awareness can be accomplished?
Can you aim for every-minute Awareness without measuring?
Can you aim for every-minute Awareness without a target?
Does practice come to rest?
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