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enmeshed

Trying to make sense out of my experience of the first part of Chaplaincy training in the last two weeks.  There’s definitely something on the other side of the mesh in the window.  What it is, what it will be, will not resolve in my mind’s eye or heart simply because I wish it so.  Not-knowing, yet knowing something.  That something has been quartered into segments in the belief that it will be more easily digested.  So now, how to hold these fragments without losing sight of the whole and let knowing-not-knowing unfold.

All beginnings are challenging.  They call for letting go of assumptions and knee-jerk reflexes without negating the wisdom gleaned from past experiences.  When I harden my stare, all I can see is the morning mist, congealed on the mesh of the window.  If I can just soften to a gaze, I can see past the fog to the mountain, the workshed, the tools, and the ground being prepared for a more stable platform.  Yet, my vision returns over and over to be enmeshed in my delusional nature.  This will require effort.

You should know that arousing practice in the midst of delusion, you attain realization before you recognize it.  At this time you first know that the raft of discourse is like yesterday’s dream, and you finally cut off your old understanding bound up in the vines and serpents of words.  This is not made to happen by Buddha, but is accomplished by your all-encompassing effort.

Dogen’s Guidelines for Studying the Way from Moon in a Dewdrop, edited by Kazuaki Tanahashi

Thank you for practicing,

Genju

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recoil

The bow bent remembers home long,

the years of its tree, the whine

of wind all night conditioning

it, and its answer – Twang!

To the people here who would fret me down

their way and make me bend:

by remembering hard I could startle for home

and be myself again.

William Stafford: The Way It Is: New & Selected Poems

There is a stretch that inevitably comes from trying to hold an experience with equanimity.  From the moment we wake up there will be a long line of people willing us to bend around their tautness.

What to do?

Bend.

Bend to that point of being useful, of creating space between bow and string so that the Twang is a single, resonant note of your mutual liberation.

Thank you for practicing,

Genju