The koan of daily life

 

A Tibetan Monk asks the sense of a tedious job when it would be better to meditate to send energy and evolve. A manager asks what sense to work like a mule when the end of the day you get frustrated and miserable. Hereby he wonders why the other day an exorbitant amount of washing dishes when he should compose poems, think of paintings, and other little things that are in a much more pleasant atmosphere. The question, koan, enigma of everyday life involves everyone. Perhaps without venturing to the steep streets of the sense of humanity to exist, however, we might ask and to me it happens every day why I do this thing, when in fact they would like to do another, perhaps noble, how to meditate, or create. …

The daily puzzle conceals a tremendous lesson, dramatically narrows the gap between theory and practice, is a test that tells us how we tell the. Why it happens to me? Why this and not that? And so it goes. Today I have some answers as to dispense pearls of wisdom from metropolitan blade, my Zen sutra limited to this, a question as to why, on the way or if you prefer on the meaning. A question to smolder covered with heavy awareness, because then there is also a perverse sense of humor in the stories of the world below, the soil and not ideal. The other day as I mentioned I was composing the video of the poems that I have outlined. I was in the high and rarefied atmospheres dell’aulico know, just as I read Montale, Noon pale and absorbed:

…… And going in the dazzling sun

find out with sad wonder

how all his life and his travail

right of labor, have been called to order, the dishwasher has pulled the last and I discovered with sad wonder how all his life and his labor, dishes, plates, dishes …

I called the son, the half genius, a chore he too, to dry, and we discussed between us, on the sense of the whole, (he was working on, absorbed in a rarefied atmosphere to an encyclopedia that is writing and illustrating, it seems obvious to me ) on the meaning of plunging from the rarefied heights of thought with mountains of crockery. I could talk about Gozzano, and the blue dish, but it is another poem. However, to return to the Koan of everyday life, yet I try an answer and sometimes even try to put together two or three zen koan, like litmus test or transitive property, or rather type geomag, like, “nothing to do nothing to undo” yes, and if you break the dishwasher? As you wash dishes on plates, you ask the meaning and already you feel better. In this context, it helps to be an artist, not because the dishes are better, indeed, but why stay in the process bodes well for something to happen, and that things will turn better, although in August the assistance dishwasher there ‘is .. … and back to the zen koan, merciless, “but what’s the point?”