NOW AND ZEN
we have our moments of observant observation. Take, for example, this cute wee duckette meditating by the side of a stream—a stream a wee bit swollen and hastened in its journey to the sea (summer rains? Ye gads … the wrath of Beelzebub more apt)(stream swollen, not duck).
So: here’s yer duck—
—in a meditative frame. Has she achieved a satori, do you think? Is the stream—as often metaphorically used in Zen literature—a true representation of her state of mind? Is she serene, calm, placid, enlightened … or is she (comme moi)—
—a seething racing raging speeding turmoil of shallow emotions, quite at the mercy of every passing moment?
Bugger the duck; let’s move on, life is but a brief candle etc etc—
—to where I was standing almost concealed under a tree, sheltering from the passing storm and quite oblivious to the thunder. Any lightning would hit the tree before it would hit me and if God wrote such a bolt into His Holey Scriptural Plan fourteen-odd billion years ago … how could I possibly escape, just by not being there?
So whilst I meditated on the folly of (a) trees, and (b) lightnings; I caught a glimpse of Saint Mary’s basil-thingy struck by a moment of sunlight that God in Their infinite wisdom aeons ago had planned just for me. (Thank you, Sir—I’m eternally grateful.) Moving on …
A Zen moment of enlightenment enlighted by the wee meditative silhouette chappie going about his lawful occasions and quite oblivious to opportunistic photographic snipers in the undergrowth …
And whilst with trees, here’s my very favourite pine again.
No, I haven’t tweaked. That’s his real face you see peering back at you (I don’t think he believes in me any more than you do in him—it’s all in the state of mind, no?