That Is Not Your Mind!: Zen Reflections on the Surangama Sutra
by Robert Rosenbaum
“A central tenet of Soto Zen is that we don’t practice to become enlightened. We meditate because it’s a natural expression of the fundamental enlightened nature we share with all beings. This is true, but it won’t be grounded in the reality of our lives if we don’t acknowledge the personal needs that bring us to practice.
Whatever our original motivations, something unexpected happens: our self-centered goals begin to morph into wider, stranger shapes. Like a Möbius strip, a small twisting-turn changes our topology, and we enter a different dimension; instead of feeling we are on a solitary quest, seeking a Way hidden somewhere in the wilderness, we discover the Way is also, always, seeking us.”
Small Kindnesses
~ Danusha Laméris
I’ve been thinking about the way,
when you walk down a crowded aisle,
people pull in their legs to let you by.
Or how strangers still say “bless you” when someone sneezes,
a leftover from the Bubonic plague.
“Don’t die,” we are saying.
And sometimes, when you spill lemons
from your grocery bag, someone else will help you pick them up.
Mostly, we don’t want to harm each other.
We want to be handed our cup of coffee hot,
and to say thank you to the person handing it.
To smile at them and for them to smile back.
For the waitress to call us honey when she sets down the bowl of clam chowder,
and for the driver in the red pick-up truck to let us pass.
We have so little of each other, now.
So far from tribe and fire.
Only these brief moments of exchange.
What if they are the true dwelling of the holy,
these fleeting temples we make together when we say,
Here, have my seat,” “Go ahead—you first,” “I like your hat.”
What is the Greatest Gift?
~ Mary Oliver
What is the greatest gift?
Could it be the world itself – the oceans, the meadowlark,
the patience of the trees in the wind?
Could it be love, with its sweet clamor of passion?
Something else – something else entirely
holds me in thrall.
That you have a life that I wonder about
more than I wonder about my own.
That you have a life – courteous and intelligent –
that I wonder about more than I wonder about my own.
That you have a soul – your own, no one else’s –
that I wonder about more than I wonder about my own.
So that I find my soul clapping its hands for yoursmore than my own.