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.
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