I tried to draw her as she was giving the talk on the importance of community. Referring to that story where Buddha himself says spiritual friends are the whole of your practice, not the half.
I am in a bad mood and say “pshaw!” Or something like that. I’m thinking in my wordless mind something from a gentler decade when exclamations like” Bullshit” we’re yet to be dreamed of.
I couldn’t quite get her face down but the statue looming over her was easy to get. Her head was drifting beneath the grand stone giant like a delicate moon made of barely illuminated paper.
There she was in her calm authority. Both of them, real and stone, representing this group consciousness which by definition allows no one to raise higher than the group.
I in my ppshaw say, who was with Buddha under the tree? Who was with Jesus in the desert? I’ll tell you who, no one.
2 thoughts on “Dharma talk”
Bullshit is very Zen! Like a sword. More so than pshaw which is watery and surrounding.
Yo Arthur, It depends what Zendo you are in and what zen teacher is talking as to the appropriateness of the word.
Also, I do not have your email.
Email me please so I can get you the CCA contact info you need.
I can not text to your house phone which is what you called me on. (As well as calling me on “pshaw”)