I don’t grasp the subtleties of Buddhist philosophic teachings or understand the mechanics of flight, but I know the beauty of a Korean monk opening his heart and a Fritillary opening her golden wings. I touch inner stillness as a Monarch sips nectar and the first Black Swallowtails dance in pairs. I taste awareness as the Zen master folds his robe with exact creases. I’m grateful to meditate with a Buddhist monk who is comfortable standing between a painting of Confucius and a photo of a Hindu sage.
Silence. Beauty. Open-hearted peace.
Saturday, I attended a day of meditation, part of a longer workshop called “Mediation and the Modern World,” with a Korean Buddhist monk, Venerable Bohm Hyu Sunim. Sunim visits our meditation/study center every year. His open-hearted, open-minded style suits me even though I struggled to hear his quiet words.
I’ve studied many philosophies and philosophers since 1970, but what I need now is practice. My mind becomes quiet when I sit with Sunim. That’s what matters.
On Saturday evening, I sat on the mulch in the middle of my vegetable garden and took small sips of inner peace.
“I need to sit here more often,” I said to the restless over-achieving me. “Sit on the hay with no place to go, no goals, no strategies. Sit, admire honeybees as they do their work, and watch zucchini grow.”
If you don’t hear from me, you’ll know where I am.
What brings you peace? Is it hard for you to stay there or, like me, do you think of more tasks that need to be done? For other posts about teachers who transformed my life, see Let the Warm Love flow or The Wounds We Carry