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.
“A Course on Koans” is the delusion-riddled work of Chris Kufu (“Wind in the Void”) Wilson, who began practicing Zen in 1967. He regards Taizan Maezumi, Robert Aitken, and David Weinstein as his root teachers. Each of them pecked at his shell until he “completed” the never-ending koan curriculum of the Harada-Yasutani lineage.
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