it’s dark thirty.
early morning as i write this.
the big window is open.
the air is crispy cool and refreshing!
and up on the highway i hear a muffled silver stream of trucks.
the same ones in which people in cars get so irritated during the day.
sitting here . . . they amount to no more than white noise.
and yet i know there are dedicated people behind those wheels.
bringing me all the things i use on a daily basis . . .
simple things like that.
yesterday i weeded out the little wren house.
it’s amazing how even in a tiny studio apartment . . .
lived in by a minimalist happy hermit . . .
( hopefully not as a hibernating bear snack! LOLOL )
sorry. a private joke with ‘a cheerful monk!’
you’d need to visit her blog to get that one . . .
it’s just always fun for me to pass along things i no longer use.
i use and want very little. still . . . there always seems to be something
to pass along. amazing really how that works.
how do those things creep in here???
and as it turns out . . . it resulted in an empty drawer.
it did old bean!
a beautiful empty drawer.
and. that is the way i think it will stay.
i want that drawer to be a symbol for me.
not just to remind me that i need less than i think i do . . .
although i do need less. always.
but because . . .
i want my mind to be an empty drawer too.
kind of like the zen student that visited the old master.
you know that story.
he went there for enlightenment… for wisdom… and well.
you know. . . for what we think the wonderful masters of the art of living
have to teach us.
the old master poured the student a cup of tea.
and he just kept pouring and pouring and pouring!
it overflowed of course.
it irritated and shocked the student!
he said indignantly
” master! stop pouring! it’s full! it will hold no more!!!”
and the master said . . .
like your mind. it is also already full. with room for nothing more.
i want my mind always to have an empty cup . . .
an empty drawer.
i get pretty full of myself!
til soon old bean.