I feel like I am getting an amicable divorce from my mind. We still have our issues, and our lives will be forever intertwined, but we are seeing less of one another and we are getting on with our lives.
As I told someone lately, I feel like my broke is broken. No matter how I look at me these days, I don't really have a problem with it. Its more interesting than shameful, or any other story. I guess that is what koans do, if you are wondering, or at least what they did with me.
And recently, when I work with a koan, I feel endless outpouring of gratitude. Strangely, the most acute this appreciation gets is right when the koan is as stuck as it gets. I go "Oh boy!". I mean, seriously, what is wrong with me?
I wonder how to communicate this to people. I give away free little koans. Its like crack dealers- the first hit is free. Its been a successful business model for drug dealers. Maybe I should hang around school yards. Tell kids "Hey kid, wanna try a koan? It'll set you free..." Can I serve time for this?
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