Wash your bowl

A monk said to Joshu, "I have just entered this monastery. Please teach me." "Have you eaten your breakfast?" asked Joshu. "Yes, I have," replied the monk. "Then you had better wash your bowl," said Joshu. With this the monk gained insight.

Two days ago I had a letter in my mailbox from Seattle. I let it sit a bit before I opened it, while I percolated to ripe fullness with its fragrant possibilities: the gushing thanks, the unexpected accolade, the irresistible offer that it contained.

I live this way a lot, squinting around the curve, anticipating what I'm about to get. Don't we keep expecting to get something? In particular, to get "it"? To figure "it" out? To reach a culminating resolution, reward, complete understanding, wisdom, clarity, closure, the right answer, the holy grail? That very expectation fills us up and weighs us down.

The letter was nothing I dreamed of. It was a note from a long-lost cousin lately relocated from Japan here to the States. She has adopted a daughter, a Japanese girl, and wouldn't it be lovely for our sisterless girls to each gain a cousin?

I cried at the long circumference of the circle.

She told me that she had a woodblock print of a fountain at the inimitable Ryoanji Zen temple in Kyoto. The print reads, "I am content with what I have," she wrote. No, not quite, she corrected herself, capturing the subtle depth of the teaching, "I am content with what I lack."

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And don't cry for me Argentina! Another kissing cousin sent me this.