Kind of an oxymoron, too Zen, but then, I’m kind of oxymoronic sometimes. As I consider the balance of Zen this morning, me a Libra, and I think about a Zen friend of mine, another Libra, even the same birthday, and another guy I’ve read quite a bit of, a hard core punk Soto Zen priest, and gee, that’s kind of oxymoronic too, which is why his brand of Zen was so appealing to me when I first came across it, it occurs to me that the Rage of that Hard Core Punk, and he definitely has his own personal rage, well balanced in Zen, is absolutely necessary sometimes.
A body can be too Zen.
The guy who shares my birthday, when we first started chatting electronically, he was way Zen, worked wonders in helping me come back to balance, because I was way out there off balance, had just gone through a massive phase shift, and those bigs shifts of masses, or energies, same thing at some scale, just go ask Einstein, they knock us off balance, for sure, and his Zen reeled me in, for sure, but then shortly thereafter he got way out of whack too, which is something that frankly, every good student of Zen needs to do every once in a while.
Life is full of passion. Zen, well, I won’t say it lacks passion, I’ll just say that it helps us to balance our passions, kind of like Alchemical Psychology, the Tao, finding that middle way.
Thing is, when the middle way leads off the cliff, sometimes it’s a good plan to change course. Sometimes, there are things in the road that elicit so much pain, or grief, or joy, or physical pleasure, that to sit down and say Om in an attempt to temper the passions, well, no. Those things in the road are eliciting those responses because they need to be looked at, examined, experienced, dealt with.
Those passions, they are not an error of evolution. Do not for a minute try to temper them too much.
I’m not saying run amok, but if something hurts, feel it. If the death of your mother was so painful to watch, weep your freaking guts out, it hurts. If you’re afraid that awaits you, too, speak of your fear, share it with others, look at it, pick it apart, but most of all, feel it. Feel the pain and the joy, laugh and cry, with gusto, don’t kill what it means to be human.
Feel it, all of it. Don’t think about it, feel it. Experience it.
Don’t be too Zen. It’s just one little bitty system of thought, a good one, for sure, but not it. It will be the first to tell you that.