Today I took a break from work, and sat in the Bank of America plaza.  Its my daily Zazen.  I wear sunglasses so I don't look like the zen-weirdo I am.  Actually, I doubt anyone would care.  Perhaps its my overly uptight east coast affiliation.  Whatever.  Pinstripes and wingtips and sunglasses I sat. 

I am sitting with "Abiding nowhere, let the mind come forth".  And the sunlight got cut off behind St. Mary's hospital and the temperate dipped and I was glad I was wearing wool. 

Anyway- a woman walked past.  I could hear her heels clocking the hollow tiles that make up the plaza.  I watched her and a thought rolled by "That woman just walked right past.  She looks tired.  I winder what she is thinking?"  Then a sister thought came by, "I wonder what I know about this man? [meaning the one in the pinstripes on the bench doing corporate zazen], I wonder what he is thinking."

Then there was just uncertainty and fog and pinstripes.  Which was a lot more honest.