Stay. Sit. That is what I tell my mind this early foggy California morning as I sit zazen before the long window in my office. Some of the great masters of meditation have rightly called the continual singsong of our minds, Monkey Mind. I call mine Puppy Mind, tugging and wanting to run in any direction but those of silence and breath. And today I am also contending with a very insistent Muse.
Puppy: Hey, hey is it time to stop yet? Hey, there’s a lotta stuff I gotta do. Hey, look at that bird over there. Look at the color of that hanging thing in the window. What is that thing? Hey, pet me! Let’s play!
Muse: Ignore the dog, Darling, you have more important things to attend to, i mean just listen to these fabulous ideas! I know how stubborn you are about these twenty minutes but I must tell you that twenty minutes is a lifetime, my dear, an entire lifetime to a muse. Really just give your attention to these words, they might fly away at any second. Uh, what’s that? Is that a pad of paper over on your desk? How handy! Why don’t you just reach over and . . . what? You won’t? Even if this is the best idea ever?
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