Next on my calendar was a float in an isolation tank. Not something I do every day. Or ever, really. Let me assure you, it’s dark in there.
As part of my own exploration, as I’m writing this, the question comes to me is: I wonder what Zhuangzi’s reaction would have been if he had dreamt that he was a dung beetle?
Dreams are a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma, like koans, like us. Inquiring into the dream that we are, provides the opportunity to appreciate that even when we awaken from our dream
It occurred to me that if people unable to attend the retreat were hanging out with the same koan as we were in the retreat, the benefits might be amplified.
Urban Retreat Sept 14th- This nursery rhyme was in harmony with the first line of the Tao te Ching, which says, “The Tao that can be named is not the eternal Tao.” We name the world and change our experience of it, we name ourselves and do the same. What happens when we have the freedom to not name?
This quote from the Diamond Sutra could easily be interpreted as, ‘If it is all a dream, then nothing really matters.’ What feels closer to what is true is: If it is all a dream, then everything matters.
My rational mind went to work trying to reorient, trying to come to terms with great fear being associated with vastness and calm.
I don’t like something that’s ‘inevitable’. It feels like determinism, or predestination. Don’t I have any say in what happens? Who laid out this inevitable plan anyways? Which is to say, I have a problem with not being in control.
I have noticed that there are unexpected gifts and caregivers when the sky is very dark – just like the grass cutter offering him the matt of clean new-cut grass to sit on, and the woman who prepared the rice milk with love and joy. Certain gifts emerge from the debris flow of change and offer themselves.