Koan: As I cross a bridge, the bridge flows, the water is still.
This koan pretty much sums up my experience last week at Summer sesshin. We were dealing with the transformation of things, and I had had a turbulent couple of months dealing with changes in important relationships and was feeling a little road weary. I was holding fast to whatever I could, fearful of more change. Never a healthy stance, but there you have it.
Secure in the vast container of our retreat, during meditation I began to cautiously poke at some underpinnings with this koan. I would identify a solid, utterly committed stance toward something, or someone – formed of opinions, some construct I had invested a lot of effort into and was reluctant to discard, a belief, a plan of action, or a withheld action. When I applied this koan – things began to wobble. My constructed identity became less important, and less and less supportable.
And what do you know, the bridge flowed and I still crossed it! More on this on Sunday. – Corey