I needed to stop and pick up a prescription renewal. Ah, the joys of aging…
And aged I felt. Seven days of sesshin, touching the heart-mind. In the Zen community we’re used to, should we tell someone we were on retreat, to hear “hope you had a relaxing time.” Old hands tend just to nod, maybe say yes. The real answer is rather longer, but in truth it doesn’t have a lot to do with relaxation…
The day with Boundless Way sesshins at the Worcester Zen Temple begin at four thirty in the morning and then run pretty hard, including about nine hours of meditation, together with liturgy, including formal oriyoki meals, a little work, and some rest periods. Not quite as rough a schedule as in some communities, but nothing for the faint of heart to try…
One of our younger members wears on her arm a small tattoo that reads in Tibetan, “impermanence.”
(And, yes, so many delicious ironies in a tattoo reading impermanence…)
It all echoes the nightly call at retreat.
Let me respectfully remind you:
Life and death are of supreme importance.
Time swiftly passes by and opportunity is lost.
Each of us should strive to awaken… awaken…
Take heed: Do not squander your life.
I feel the aches and pains I’ve returned with.
I think of the hours.
The deep silences.
The encounters in the interview room.
Oh, the intimacy of our little band.
All of us dedicated to seeing into the heart of the matter.
Following Zen’s path of fierce introspection…
Into the heart of the matter.
And my heart is filled with gratitude.