Guest guest Posted December 18, 2008 Report Share Posted December 18, 2008 Jerry K wrote the other day that it's time we take Nondulity to the streets. As a rule, I don't discuss philosophy, or religion with strangers, unless, the person hands me a leaflet, or says, " Jesus loves you " , or some such thing. Sometimes, something in someone moves me to start on that subject, but that doesn't happens often. It happened this morning. After three days of almost constant rain the sun is out. Few things are more cheerful than sunlight after rain. The land looks so ravishing, like a woman after an orgasm. I had to go for a walk. After walking a few blocks, we see this young Buddhist monk approaching. I see the monk is watching the sidewalk, and mumbling his prayers. When he is a few paces away, I yell, Wake Up! He looks at me startled, smiles, bows slightly, and resumes saying his prayers. After he's out of hearing my wife says, " You're impossible! Why did you yell at that young man? " " Anyone who prefers mumbling prayers to paying attention to this fine morning deserves to be yelled at. " " It's his fine morning, as much as it's yours. So why shouldn't he do as he pleases? " " I know, it just came out that way. " She shook her head. He probably didn't get it, either. He wasn't a Zen monk. Pete Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted December 18, 2008 Report Share Posted December 18, 2008 Nisargadatta , Pesi <pedsie6 wrote: > > > Jerry K wrote the other day that it's time we > take Nondulity to the streets. As a rule, > I don't discuss philosophy, or religion > with strangers, unless, the person hands me > a leaflet, or says, " Jesus loves you " , or some > such thing. Sometimes, something in someone > moves me to start on that subject, but that > doesn't happens often. > > It happened this morning. After three days > of almost constant rain the sun is out. Few > things are more cheerful than sunlight after > rain. The land looks so ravishing, like a > woman after an orgasm. > > I had to go for a walk. After walking a few > blocks, we see this young Buddhist monk > approaching. I see the monk is watching the > sidewalk, and mumbling his prayers. When he > is a few paces away, I yell, Wake Up! He looks > at me startled, smiles, bows slightly, and > resumes saying his prayers. > > After he's out of hearing my wife says, " You're > impossible! Why did you yell at that young man? " > > " Anyone who prefers mumbling prayers to paying > attention to this fine morning deserves to be > yelled at. " > > " It's his fine morning, as much as it's yours. > So why shouldn't he do as he pleases? " > > " I know, it just came out that way. " > > She shook her head. > > > He probably didn't get it, either. He wasn't > a Zen monk. > > Pete > I find it interesting that first of all you judge that man as being different than yourself. Second that you are some kind of awakened snob that even your wife takes notice of. We can only hope he was praying to save your wretched ass from superegoness. Mark Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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