In talking about integrity Zhuangzi says that it cannot be cultivated any more than a mountain can cultivate being a mountain, or the ocean can cultivate being the ocean.
The pursuit of the intimacy that a meditation practice offers, through the legislation and enforcement of petty rules and regulations is like looking for a fish by climbing a tree.
Does seeking perfection blind us to the perfection that is
inherently present? Is it possible to stop “selecting and rejecting”,
and even if so, does that help?
Anyone who has paid attention to their experience will have noticed that we are composed of many parts. There is the one who wants to scratch the itchy nose, there is the one who resists. There is the one who drifts off into fantasy and the one who remembers he is meditating.
It is in engaging the question of how do I empty the boat that I am riding in, without jumping out of the boat myself, that leads to transformation.
When the shell is gone, we meet our ancestor face to face and it is none other than our own face before us. There is celebratory laughter in the ‘reunion’, lost in the weeds together.