Brightly Aliveness

One of the more difficult teaching tasks is to talk about, or allude to, what sitting still, zazen, meditation is like. In the previous post of photographs and text I’ve alluded to meditation. Now a half a day later after posting I decided to edit. This is rare for me. Mostly text stays as it is, save for correcting typo’s and the like.

Any time one uses the word it’, which I did originally, in connection with meditation there can spring up the idea that one sits and meditates on something. In the Serene Reflection Meditation tradition we don’t interpose an object upon which one meditates. We, just sit. I’ve used what is there instead of it in an attempt to better reflect my own experience. Words are what we have to give expression. Sharpening use of them is an ever present task for me.

Also I used the word clarity in a couple of places. That again can be grasped as, Oh, right, that’s what meditation is supposed to be like. Meditation is like what it’s like, moment to moment. You will now see brightly alive used under the last photograph, as well as clarity.

In the mind of zazen there can be ‘brightly aliveness’ whilst dying, whilst in pain, whilst suffering, whilst………., whilst……., whilst………

If this post has left you with a dah! whah! in your mind I’m sorry. ‘Tis the best I can do for the moment.

A hat tip to Dave, a long time blog reader, who I met here on Sunday. It was a delight to meet you, and your friend too.

Sitting Still

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Sometimes there is clarity of detail

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and sometimes one gets too close up and what’s there goes out of focus.

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Uh! and sometimes one gets so close what’s there runs away!

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And sometimes there is just clarity. Brightly Alive attention.

This posting is for those who find themselves in extremity.

Witness

I sometimes wake up at night sweating at the memory of something truly awful that I saw once. I can’t remember where or when or the context but perhaps it was in a cafe on holiday, or in a car park. A distracted guy in his thirties nearby was berating his five year old son about spilling something or some other minor problem. And then suddenly that child crumpled under some terrible unseen weight of guilt and regret, profoundly apologising for his mortal sense of inadequacy, pleading and crying out “I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry, I’m really really sorry”. Truly awful, I still weep for that child sometimes.

The Taste of Regret, Iain of Little House in the Paddy.

Interestingly enough I have a distant memory of witnessing a similar shocking event to the one Iain speaks about. It too was played out in public. It wasn’t that long ago I think. Ah yes! It was in Tesco’s cafe in Reading near the Priory. The dad was shouting, Don’t you ever, EVER do that again. Then, coming up really close, Do you HEAR ME? The small boy was beside himself with apologies and promises. It was a truly awful scene.

Yes, one weeps for all such children

An Act of Kindness

I’d quite forgotten. It happened while crossing the Bay Bridge on the way to San Francisco airport. That was nearly two months ago now. We were lining up to pay the bridge toll. A car in the next lane asked to get in our lane and go ahead of us. We indicated to let the vehicle in. When it came our turn to pay the toll there was no charge. The car ahead had paid.

Yes, I’d quite forgotten this event. Thank you stranger.

Breathing Life

I found this quote among my notes and thought to share it with you. For many this will not be new, for others it will be.

The aspects of things that are most important for us are hidden because of their simplicity and familiarity. (One is unable to notice something – because it is always before one’s eyes.) The real foundations of his enquiry do not strike a man at all. Unless that fact has at some time struck him. – And this means: we fail to be struck by what, once seen, is most striking and most powerful.

Wittgenstein, Philosophical Investigations, 1953, No. 125

So what’s to do?

Zen Master Dogen wrote To live by Zen is the same as to live an ordinary daily life. This is not an ordinary in the everyday kind of usage and meaning. I’d say it is an extraordinarily ordinary daily life. Please don’t think about all of this too much. Life is for living; being the best person you can be, breath by breath.