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#3882 - Tuesday, May 4, 2010 - Editor: Jerry Katz
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The Mental Pause
I am going through the Mental Pause. Not the menopause. This
comes about
the same time, though. Some advaitists teach this as an
actual
principle, can you imagine? They would have us do this on
purpose! They
advocate being in a room and staying with the emptiness. Not
wondering
why you came into the room in the first place. Was it to get some
peanut
butter or to defrost the refrigerator. Do Zen masters have this
problem.
Do they just sit and forget stuff, like milk and bread on the way
home
from the zendo. Are there patriarchs of peanut butter?
The old master sat with
his tongue stuck to the roof
of his mind.
Yum.
I am an advocate of all things tasty, fresh and good for you. I
just
can’t always remember it. So I end up eating Fritos and
Cheetos and
Cheeze Whiz and Cocoa Puffs with whole milk instead of soy or
almond
milk. I am like that in my impermanency. My thoughts are
definitely
impermanent. That is perhaps why I cannot finish what I start.
War and
Peace, to me, might include installments of Tvgasm.com and
Facebook
pages of my nearest and dearest jillion friends. I don’t
Twitter because
I don’t have time for the inanity. Stop the inanity. Now
there’s a good
Tweet.
The new master sat
with his iPad
watching the old frog
plop into the virtual pond.
Blog. Tweet.
As I travel through the badlands of this essay on the old gray
mare of
my mind, I suddenly decide to alight and encamp among the blog
rushes
growing wild around the virtual pond. Soon I am lost in thoughts
of
assorted and sundry enlightened ones blogging about their
spiritual
virtuosity. The reeds and clarinets of awakened egos are suddenly
giving
me a headache of monstrous proportions. Before I know it, I will
be just
another nondual celeb faking it until I am making it. So
onto the final
haiku:
I dismantled my walking stick today
and sat down on the ground of my being.
Ouch.
Vicki Woodyard
http://www.bobwoodyard.com